Napping like it's my job.

I'm not sure if I should admit this, but this pregnancy has been, by far, my easiest. So easy, that I forget I'm pregnant most of the time. I've gone days running wild with the kids and later being reminded that there's another human baking inside of me. One with a due date. It's left me feeling a little guilty about this boy and the time that I rarely set aside to think and pray about him.

I spent all of Monday helping coach my cousin with her labor and delivery. When she finally met her little man for the first time, it got me really excited and pumped for my baby boy. And since then, I've been feeling super pregnant. Exhaustion, aching hips, short breath, hormonal meltdowns and even a slight waddle. It's all coming like a rushing flood this week. Okay, maybe I blame part of it on working like a dog helping my cousin through her contractions, but I also think that God is telling me to slow down, take time to think about this boy inside of me, and nap like it's my job.

So, that's what I've been doing. I nap when the kids nap. I wake up to baby kicks and am reminded to pray for the next Sunde boy that'll be ruining our sleep in November.