40

How I spent the day called "40 weeks":

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snuggling a croupy Tessa on the couch

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touching elbows with my sweetie as he pays bills while I email pregnant women who need support

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eggs and cantaloupe with homemade vanilla yogurt

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pulling weeds

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battling with crabby kids who don't want to pull weeds

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Addy stepping barefoot on rose thorns

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Addy then saying he hated me (for the first time in his little life)... (out loud, anyway)

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hiding my tears from him

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finding where all the snails sleep

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lectures about being kind to each other

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not going to see Shrek with crabby kids after all

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going to Walmart instead

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finding a fabulous nursing bra at Walmart

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finding they didn't have it in my size

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buying a million school supplies

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buying a monkey lunchbox for Tessa and promising outings while kids are in school

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answering "the question" five times while in Walmart ("Actually, I'm due today. Yes, really.")

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meeting a mama due in 8 days, and laughing at our matching waddles

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looking (with no luck) for curtains that will keep the boogie man out of the girls room

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giving up and riding one of those old-lady motorized scooters at Office Depot while Guy teases "Hover-round!"

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crashing into 3 displays

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catching the boys making fun of the "uni-ball" pen display (my ears perking up when I heard the word testicle, with a giggle, coming from Ethan)

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hugging little old Helen, a plump lady who walks down my street, and comparing bellies with a laugh

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listening to Stephanie singing on my answering machine (so funny!) "happy due-date-day!"

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managing to scold children to bed while still having a heart to heart visit on the phone with my sweet friend, Robin

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contracting my brains (but not my baby) out as I sit side by side with my honey, smelling his hands and feeling grateful he is here

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watching this, and being even more grateful for all of my blessings, for the gospel, and for the love of my Savior.