In 8 days Gord will hop on a plane and start his new job, and our month apart. So many things are running through my head. How grateful we are that he has found a job. How much we will all miss each other. That in a rather short time this job has the potential to get us out of the hole for a change. That the Lord will provide me with everything I need to get through the month on my own. And so on, and so on...

But, the one thing that has been on my mind and heart for the last couple of days is how blessed I have been to have him home. Has it been difficult these last seven plus months with everything we have had to deal with? Absolutely, and I am very thankful to be seeing a little light at the end of the tunnel. But there have been some great parts over these months too.

Gord was a huge help the first four months of my pregnancy when nausea was a horrible 24/7 trial, and he continues to be so even though my nausea is gone. Now he enables me to nap almost every day. He and the boys have very much enjoyed being able to be together, to play, laugh and have tickle fights. They really like when they get to go out with one of us one on one. It doesn't even have to be a long outing, just that little bit of time when its just one of them and one of us is very special. Gabe loves when Gord is the one to take him to school or pick him up. Its really nice to have the opportunity for things like that to happen.

I think my favourite time over these months has been our night time routine. The boys have always been good about bed time, but it has been extra special to be able to share that time together. The boys are in their pj's and sitting on their beds, stories are done, the daily passage from their Children's Bible has been read and we are on their beds ready to say prayers. We have 3 that we say every night. I love listening to them. This is one thing we are going to try and continue even with Gord being away using webcams...I am hoping that it works well.

I really do feel blessed. I have loved being able to share "every day" life with Gord in a way that we never have before. It has also given he and I much more time to enjoy each other, more time to be intimate, more time to be a family. Its a part of this journey that I will cherish.

As we get ready to start this next stage in our journey I am thankful that we have had this time, and hope that it will encourage us to do whatever it takes to keep some of those special things as an important part of who we are as a family.

A Picture of the Baby

The other day I decided to take the plunge. I asked Gabe if he would like to see a picture of what the baby looks like right now in my belly. He thought that would be cool and hopped up beside me on the bed to take a look at the image on my computer screen.


His first question was if we could turn the baby the right way up. We talked a little about the baby moving around right now, but that the baby has to be head down when it comes time to be born.


All the while I was waiting for him to ask me more about how the baby comes out and hoping that I would come up with the appropriate things to say.


His next question was if I could show him another picture. I said sure and asked him what he would like to see a picture of? What he said was this....


Oh maybe a car or something?


LOL! Guess the tool question wasn't on his mind that day. I'll take the reprieve though!

But What Kind of Tools Does He Use?

Being pregnant with Baby #3 has come with questions from our other two kids, mostly from our five year old. Most have been about how long it will take for the baby to get here. However, one day Gabe asked me how the baby gets out.
When my sister was pregnant with her second daughter, her first was five...same age as Gabe. I remembered her being asked this same question, and her simple answer was that the doctor helped mommy get the baby out. So, I thought this would be a great answer.
Gabe didn't think so.
The response I got was..."But how mommy? What kind of tools does he use?"

UMMMMMMM? What do you say to that?

Thank goodness it was bedtime and I was able to say that we would talk about it another day. I am even more grateful that he hasn't brought it up again. However, the closer we get to baby's due date, I am sure that it will be.

Were you asked similar questions? What did you say?