Friday, January 22, 2010

A Child's Perspective on Her Mother's Condition.

I won't bore you with details of how burdensome, exhausting, and unwieldy it is to be 10 days away from delivering a baby. I will, however, let you know what Audrina unwittingly acknowledged last night at bed time.

I had gotten all the kids in pajamas, said prayers (one together, and one for each of them so as to keep nightmares at bay and keep them in their own beds for the night), and tucked in each precious one. Plenty of effort in and of itself.

I went and got a drink of water, took my nightly Zantac, and went to the bathroom ... again. I was just climbing into bed not really thinking about the effort that it takes, hoisting myself up there, rearranging pillows, etc. when from across the hall comes a little voice,

"Mommy? Are you extercising?"

Enough said. Anytime now Lincoln. Any. Time.