Peeing and Crying

Well, we're rocking and rolling at the Kenley house. Sam is getting more and more consistent with using the potty. He loves to watch himself pee. I'm using M&M's as a reward. I don't like that, but we're working on it.

I usually don't write much about being pregnant, but I'm feeling it. I'm huge and most of the time, winded. :) I go back to the dr next week for the glucose test and then start the biweekly appts. I was also told that I needed to register at the hospital. I can't believe it's already that time.

I had a mini-breakdown last week. My emotions have literally been all over the place. I'm trying - but it's so hard to control things when you've got an alien living inside your body. Plus the insomina has arrived. I'm awake every 2-3 hours at night. This is, I think, God's way of preparing me for the arrival of this little girl, but I'm tired. One night I just cried. Maybe I needed to - I don't know. I couldn't stop so I went into the master closet, turned off the lights, slumped down, and fully gave in to the cry. It was not a pretty moment.

I heard a little knock on the door and Sam softly say "Da Da" (he occassionally calls me Da Da...ok, a lot...he calls me Da Da a lot.

I didn't answer. I thought he'd go away, but he just got louder.

"Da Da....DA DA!"

Finally, "Mamma! Open!"

I opened the door, left the lights off and he came into the closet.

Then he just sat down on the floor next to me. He didn't say anything.

I kept crying. It was a breakdown...I couldn't stop.

Then, my sweet, sweet son started patting my leg. Then he hugged me.

Then we left the closet together.

I love that boy!

I seem to be a doing a little better today, but ask me in an hour and I might be crying again! :)