Sitting pretty…with my feet propped.

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So, it totally happened last night.  Our son.  He is an AWESOME sleeper but then…THEN it happened.  He awoke in the middle of the night.  Crying.  Sobbing.  Desperation.  Lots of coughing.  Tears.  Snot.  Truly, it was a tragic sight.

He really could have a future in theater with as much drama as he was throwing our way.  I can hear the Oscars now…And for lead male actor, “Maxwell Nungesser!”  Of course his acceptance speech would be dedicated to his mommy that encouraged his dramatic flair and laughed at his trembling lip and took pictures of his practiced cries!  Literally.  Practiced cries.  Did I mention that when we moved into this little farm house there was a mirror on the back of his door that faces his crib?  Oh, I didn’t.  Well, it is there, and I have found him practicing his cries in the mirror.  Red handed.  Can’t pull one over on the momma!  Boo-ya!  (Is that even how you spell Boo-ya?!)

But last night, at 3:30am, I heard the cries and got to do something close to heavenly…I got to poke Richard and say, “Honey…the baby is crying!”

Sweet!  There are perks in bed rest, eh?  After all, I technically can’t lift him out of his crib.  It’s not because I don’t have the muscle guns to do it…It’s because I have this thing called preterm labor is on our doorstep.

And, let me tell you, it is not a fun thing.  But at 3:30am, I think I may have been saying a short and sweet prayer about preterm labor rules to God.  Something along the lines of “Thank you, Lord, that Rich has to get out of bed!”

Can I insert a smiley face here?  Nah.  Too cruel?

Anyhow…My husband pulled himself out of bed and spent the rest of the entire NIGHT and MORNING entertaining our perfectly HAPPY child.  Who happened to be in a GREAT mood and wanted to PLAY, PLAY, PLAY!

I shut the door and went back to sleep, of course.  In fact, I didn’t even get my daughter out of bed for school this morning.  After all, Daddy was up.  Let him do it!

Oh man.  If only I could go shopping, I would buy my husband something NICE today.  He does deserve it.

Know what else?  On top of being awake since 3:30am chasing a baby around, he worked from home all day long (on his computer) while still managing to get one daughter out the door to school, keep one son entertained, keep one pregnant woman fed…and I took a LONG nap!

I do deserve it for being the first to hear Maxwell’s cries last night, right?!  Um.  Not really.  Good try, Brooke.  Good try.

And now I sit here on my computer (not working at all), enjoying social media and type-typing away while my husband got my daughter ready for soccer, Maxwell and his twelve million EpiPens packed, and off they went.  To soccer practice.  So, not only did I get to sleep last night, nap today, but I also get a glorious hour and a half to myself today.  In the house.  Alone.

I should really enjoy this hour because once my little Josephine pops right out, I am sure that I won’t see an hour like this for hmmmm….At least 365 days?!

Is it too early to start singing Christmas carols because I feel something at the tip of my tongue?

“Joy to the world!  Momma is alone!”

(“Unless…a big belly…counts!”  Keep singing to the above tune)…

I think that since most of the night feedings in our near future are going to be Richard poking me in the ribs saying, “There’s nothing I can do for Josephine,” I will continue to lounge and enjoy today.

Ah today.  It was a rather glorious, lazy day!

Just don’t tell my husband.

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3 thoughts on “Sitting pretty…with my feet propped.

  1. Brooke this is sooo great. Love it. I love to see a man taking care of the kids. You deserve a break and you are right enjoy it while you can! Way to go Rich. 🙂

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  2. Pingback: Happy…Happy…Happy, Jack! | And 2 Makes Crazy

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