A quick update.

Last week Wednesday, Tim along with my Mom banished me to bed rest. My parents took Michael to Minot and Lucy I laid in bed starring at the ceiling.

Michael had a blast with the Grandparents and even got to spend a night with Grandma Moo. I don’t think he even realized that we were not there. We, on the other hand, missed him even before my Mom’s car left our driveway.

Steve came up Friday night and Tim and him put together Steve’s new computer. I would tell you about it, but other than the monitor is HUGE, I know nothing about it. Tim and Steve spent the rest of the Saturday geeking it up while I laid in bed (sometimes on the couch) starring at the ceiling.

Tim and I kicked Steve out early Sunday morning because we couldn’t wait any longer to go get Michael. Micheal was napping when we got there and when he woke up he seemed more excited about the meatloaf on the table than to see us after 5 days of being away. Its okay though, I know it is suppose to be more fun at the Grandparents, it always was for Beth and I growing up!

We got back late afternoon on Sunday and I promised myself I would be tough the next day and make it through the day. That plan lasted until 9:30 am today. In the hour and a half Tim was at work I had multiple contractions, was nauseous, light headed, frustrated and all the other symptoms that come with the last few weeks of pregnancy that I don’t need to mention.

Tim came home and rescued me. I spent the rest of the morning in bed reading in all my pregnancy books trying to get a better idea of HOW MUCH LONGER this could actually last.

Besides the signs of immanent labor and constant kicking I have nothing more to report. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow afternoon, I hope to have some news about baby #2 then.

Until then, feel free to feel sorry for me and to be fair, for Tim too. For Tim’s sake, I hope this baby comes soon.