Saturday was all about doing the normal laundry and getting the house clean. I went to bed Saturday night feeling anxious about not having packed to go to the hospital (due date is the 27th) so I got up and made a bunch of lists - just in case. I felt a lot better. So between that, the house being clean, the laundry all done, and Chloe feeling better, I felt like I could have this baby any time.
Well, it turns out to be a good thing I didn't go into labor because Kyle woke up crying early Sunday morning saying that he had done "yuckies in his big boy bed" (and on the floor). So it was more laundry for me. The upside to Kyle being sick is that all he wanted was for me to hold him in the recliner. Kyle is a loving boy almost all the time, but he's also 2 1/2 so the chances to just sit and hold him don't last very long. Plus, since church is now a pretty painful endeavor I was grateful to have the excuse to stay home and sit. He had another incident in his bed last night (but thankfully a small one) so today it has been more laundry. Then it's on to my sheets and towels which I've had to put off because of well, the laundry. I was trying to bemoan my situation to Brad at lunch time today and he jokingly replied that it was just fate getting me ready for the new baby. Ha ha. I'll take baby laundry over sick laundry any day! Aah, the joys of motherhood!
I'd post them, but I need to go and do... laundry.
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