Well, here I am, the day after my due date--which was adjusted from July 10th to July 9th a couple weeks ago. Waiting for boy #4, tenderly nicknamed "Baby Elvis", to grace us with his presence. I am crampy. I am uncomfortable. I am nervous. But most of all, I am worried. Billy has been up since 3-ish a.m. vomiting, and I'm praying that it is not something I can catch. I'm also praying that he regains his strength so he is some help to me should I go into labor anytime soon. Yiiiikes. It never ceases to amaze me how incredible God's sense of humor can be, and how unfunny I can find it! LOL!
Have had a fairly good week so far, spending time with friends and family doing things that will be a tad more difficult when Elvis is here. Life is changing.
....and then there were 5.
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