My friend had asked me a while back if I could watch her kiddos while she was in labor,
well of course I said yes, because that's what friends are for.
So on Sunday when we went to her house to celebrate her son turning 2, she was in labor!
Early labor of course and the contractions weren't too bad yet, so we did the party thing fast and I loaded up her 3 kids along with mine and I took them home.
First of all let me say: I am not the kind of person to have 5 children.
Don't get me wrong, they were all super well behaved but I just was exhausted.
After 24 plus hours of labor she had that sweet baby :) He has no name yet, but will soon.
And their daddy came and picked them up about 8:30 pm Monday night. So i didn't have them long, I actually was expecting longer, but it worked out.
I have my very first ob appt. on Monday and I am so anxious to see how the babe is growing.
I have been having contractions like crazy, nothing steady or anything just lots of them.
The hubby keeps teasing me saying it's twins, and I tell him we will just have to hire a nanny if that happens :)
We are still so up in the air about recruiting, we are waiting on his last interview to even be able to turn the packet in. I'm trying not to worry about it because I know it's not in my hands. And whatever happens will be meant to be.
Hopefully it will be a much calmer week this next week, and I'll be able to post a little more ;)
It's sooo hard to find a church that everyone in my family enjoys.
I even think its very important for little A to have enjoyed herself.
The first church we were going to once hubby got back,
Little A would cry the entire time in her class.
I'm not talking about fake crying, it was like the hysterical, I can not breathe cry.
And we also tried a church on post, I really thought we were going to enjoy it- umm negative.
Your child HAD to be registered in CYS to go to childcare, so Big A could go, because technically he was in bible class but Little A could not.
We kept her in service with us, which is fine with me but people all around us kept giving us dirty looks and she was being such a good girl.
We gave her a snack and she was great.
When your church or your congregation doesn't accept children, It turns people away..
I mean seriously.
So now the one we are going to is a little bigger than I would like.
The first service was okay. I enjoyed the music and Big A had a great time in class, and Little A didn't have an emotional breakdown.
The second time we went, we were listening to praise and worship and I told my hubby, I don't feel like this is the church for us.
He said we would decide after the sermon, which of course made sense.
Now, I'm not much of a cryer. It takes a lot for me to show my emotions like that, but during the preacher's sermon I just felt so moved. He was talking about us all having chains, we are dealing with things we don't like, we need to break free of these chains holding us back.
And I just cried, and cried more.
My hubby was hugging on me and I was literally ugly crying,
You know the kind.
Snot, hard to breathe, makeup all over my face.
Crying and crying, I can't tell you exactly what I was feeling besides this was me.
he was talking to me.
He called everyone up to the alter and I went.
He laid hands on everyone and I kept on crying..
the very old man next to me handed me some Kleenex.
So needless to say, I was moved, I felt so much better after that service than I have felt in such a long time. I didn't even know I was hurting in that way, until church.