4 days, 11 days

 

We are on the countdown. Literally! My mom comes on Friday {4 days}. Then, it will be just another week {11 days} until the scheduled arrival of Little P. I wouldn’t doubt it if she decides to come early. It would throw off all my plans. But, if that was the case, I would welcome it, because I am getting more and more uncomfortable each day. Sleeping at night is a joke! I wake up every few hours to either change positions {making a 20 point turn just to roll over in bed} or to go pee. {I swear she is right.on.my.bladder!

I have pretty much everything done that needs to be done! I am actually going to get my hospital bag packed this afternoon, and bags for the kids---just in case everything happens earlier than planned.

Here’s my attempt at taking pictures before church. Since we’ve been cooped up in the house for the past 3 months {no joke!}, with a little bit of warm weather, the kids went crazy running around the yard in their church clothes. They barely stood still to let me snap a shot of them, and I am still trying to figure out settings on my camera, and most of the pictures came out over exposed when I was trying not to have them have shadows on their faces. Ha!

 

Even though this one is super bright {is that over exposed?} I still love it. If I had any type of an editing program, I’m sure I could fix it.