So, I’ve had a busy week so far, but thought I would talk about my days.

On Monday, I took Elijah to the doctor, because he hadn’t been feeling well. Turns out he had an ear infection. I was suprised, as he didn’t act like it hurt him, but they gave him antibiotics for it. He was good, but very reluctant. I think he remembers shots from last time.

Yesterday, I had a doctor’s appointment. I finally got to hear the heartbeat, which was cool. I had gained four pounds, but the doctor said that that put me where I should be as far as weight gain. I am shockingly big for seventeen weeks, compared to my first two, but I guess that’s how it goes with the third baby. It was a quick, routine visit, and it didn’t take long. I had to take the kids with me again, but they were good. As we were waiting to make my next appointment with the receptionist, the doctor, who is an absolutely lovely woman, told Kyra, “In just two more weeks, you can come back and see the baby on the t.v again, and we’ll find out if it’s a baby boy or a baby girl.” Kyra looked this wonderful lady in the eyes with her deadpan stare, and says matter-of-factly, “It’s a girl.” The doctor’s eyes met mine, and she said, “Well, I’m not going to argue with that.” lol Ya gotta love my daughter. So, two more weeks till we find out the gender. On the 9th. I’m really excited about that.

After the doctor, I took the kids to chik-fil-a, and, since they ate a late breakfast and snacked all morning, they pretty much waited impatiently while I ate, until they could go to the play area. Kyra was climbing and sliding and having a good time with her cabbage patch doll in tow, but poor Elijah was just too small. He couldn’t climb up the ledges, because they were too far apart. I used to climb through it with them, looking like a big idiot, because I felt sorry for them. I’m in no condition to be doing that now, so I tried to teach him how to brace his feet against the sides, and push himself up like Kyra does, to no avail. He just couldn’t do that. So, then, since it was just him and Kyra in there, I tried to get him to climb up the slide, since he still had his tennis shoes on for traction. He would make it about a measly fourth of the way up, and come sliding down. Kyra tried to help him, but, since he’s as big as she is, that didn’t work. Each time, he would re-appear looking defeated, and, oh, so sad. It was heart-breaking. So, being the loving mom that I am, I left there, and took them to the park. That perked him right up. No silly fast food playground ledges there! We played for about an hour before coming home, and he was a much happier boy.

When I got home, I got a call from my mom that a dear lady that we used to go to church with had a massive heart attack and died the night before. So, that was really sad. I’ll be going to her funeral Thursday night. Please pray for her husband.

And on a final, very happy note…my sister-in-law, Tasha, went into labor yesterday! Misty called me this morning to tell me that mom and Tasha’s mom are on their way to the airport to fly to Nebraska, and to tell me that Tasha is pushing now. So, I should have a little niece very soon. I can’t wait to hear all about the birth, and I hope she has an easy time of it. It’s about two weeks early, and she was supposed to be induced the end of this month for pregnancy induced hypertension. I’m glad that she went into labor on her own, though, since that’s sometimes easier than being induced for the mother. Anyway, pray for them, and I can’t wait to post an update! No news yet on whether this baby has a name yet.