Wake up call

4:30am - That's the wake up call these days. That's how long I can last before having to get up and go p.

This morning, I couldn't go back to sleep afterward. I managed decently most of the day, but hit bottom hard in the evening.

I'm becoming increasingly useless. It just is. I'm getting more used to it.

Reece often seems genuinely concerned, checks on me, and tells me he's sorry I don't feel well. I tell him that it is uncomfortable, but it is because the baby is growing...and it is sooo good for the baby to stay in here and keep growing.

He seems to understand at least intellectually what is going to happen. He told a lady today that I'm going to the hospital and that Daddy and Dr. H are going to help me get the baby out. (I need to remind him that Kirsten is going to do a lot of helping too.) He told the lady that the baby would sleep and not do much for a while, but when he gets bigger, he'll be able to play with him. And when he gets even bigger, he'll be able to have a sleep over with him. ; )

Love it. Thank you, Lord, for another day.