Um, what?

Today was Bible Study day. Last night Demand seemed to be coming down with a cold, of course, right after we told her she had Bible Study in the morning. She slept through the night though and I was first one awake at 7:30am. I worked on my Bible Study (What did you think I did it ahead of time?) until Demand woke up. The first words out her mouth this morning were "Bible Study!!" Good thing she didn't seem to sick.

While everyone worked on breakfast I finished my Bible Study. Then we spent the rest of the morning getting ready to go. When we got to the Church we headed to the younger children's room first. It was then that I was asked to stay for the whole time because the teacher needed help.

Ugh. There went Bible Study. No group prayer, no small group, no video lecture. I spent the whole morning with 10, 2-3 year olds. I know how selfish I was about it. Every mom has to take a turn, I just never wanted it to be my turn. It had to happen sometime. My first assignment was to take a 3 year old boy to the bathroom.

"Um, what?"

Yeah, I know nothing about boys. And before you say anything I understand that there might be one growing inside of me right now, but I keep praying it's a girl. So my initial response was, "Does he know what he's doing?". Luckily he did, because I would be no help. I don't know what happened in there, I just made sure he washed his hands.

The first hour of class Demand kept coming up to me randomly saying, "Bye Momma!". Sorry kid, I'm here all day. The kids were great though, much quieter than I would imagine 2-3 year olds to be. My only problem was the only problem I've been having everyday. I'm at the end of my pregnancy.I didn't wear standing up shoes so my feet were killing me, all me feels swollen, and baby needs to make it self known in painful ways just about constantly.


We survived though. It was time to head home, Demand was more than ready to leave. We had lunch and then Demand headed down for a nap. I took a bit of nap myself before getting ready for my, now weekly, doctors appointment. Mr. Sloth stayed home so Demand could sleep, but of course the garage door opening right below her room woke her up as I left.

Everything still looks good. I gained four pounds this week so I'm playing a new game called "Where did it go?". (I have some ideas.) Doctor and I decided that any unpleasurable symptoms I may be having are just the glories of late pregnancy and nothing to be concerned about. I've had a few people comment that I've dropped. My chiropractor was one of them. After discovering that my hips were way off she definitely thought baby was arranging a few things in preparation for making an exit. The hip issue makes sense anyway because the one remotely comfortable way for me to sleep is on my right side and I usually wake up every half hour in sheer pain needing to flip over only to remember that baby doesn't like it when I sleep on my left and if I try I'll get a foot between the ribs. So I flip back to my right side only to remember a half an hour later that it hurts on that side. Repeat cycle till sunrise or until Demand wakes up.

Oh, to sleep on my back again! But for now I should expect baby to stay put for at least another week. I do have to mention though that Demand is apparently understanding more and more of this baby business. She insists on seeing *her* baby at least 10-20 times a day. She'll then hug, kiss and talk to my belly. She wanted baby to bounce on the big ball with her. She then said something really mature. She said, "Baby come out of you?". Then again she does insist that my belly button is actually baby's nose. Right before she went to bed Demand was watching the slow process of me re-threading the cover onto the baby's carseat. We discussed how the carseat was for the baby. Demand then spoke of the swing that goes with the carseat and Demanded the baby get in the swing. Not happening kid, but at least she's getting excited for baby to come out.

We all are.