3 p.m., 3 a.m., 3 months

3 p.m.: Sunday was Troy's first time in nursery. The last couple of weeks my boys have ended up being sick on the weekends-Brock first with some kind of sinus thing, Jakob with the flu the following week, then this Sunday Troy woke up with a fever. But after some Tylenol love, the fever went away and he was acting normal, so it was off to church with all of us. None of my children have done all that well transitioning to nursery at first, so I was in there with him the first hour. But he seemed to be doing well, so I left for the second half. And I guess he cried. And cried. And cried. Pete's class shares a wall with Troy's nursery class; he heard Troy and got him. The teachers asked me what Troy liked when I went to pick up Brock, and I was a little flabbergasted. I looked like a bad mom because I didn't know the be-all, end-all dream toy for Troy to be enamored with and make him love nursery. I stammered, "Uh, pretty much what his brothers like, I guess, uh, cars...and books...and blocks." But I guess they asked Brock (who's in the same nursery-we have 5 of 'em in the ward) what his brother liked to do, and he said, "Cry." Better luck next week, Troy.

3 a.m.: I ended up getting sick early Monday morning, but it felt like the beginnings of kidney stones. I've had one stone before, October 2006, and it's gotta be the worst experience known to man. If you've never had a kidney stone, imagine someone stabbing you in the side with an ice pick about 4 times a second, and then times that pain by about 50. Kidney stone pain honestly makes you wish you were dead. You start begging people to hit you in the head with a baseball bat so you don't have to deal with the pain. If you've had a kidney stone, you know exactly what I'm talking about. No, it wasn't kidney stones (not yet, hopefully never), and I went to the doctor to check for a kidney infection, and it's not that either. But I was still sick, so maybe the pain was dehydration or some weird side effect of the flu-like sickness I went through earlier this week.


In the middle of this awesomeness, I've had trouble sleeping. I get restless legs when I'm pregnant, so Tuesday night I just sat in bed, rolling from one side to the other, wishing I could sleep on my stomach, and continuously stretching my legs. I finally got up and started surfing on the computer, played a little solitaire, and felt my baby having a party in my tummy. Because of course, even though Mom is miserable, it doesn't mean the baby has to hold still to try and help her discomfort, right? (Sorry, I'm not trying to be bitter. I just really love my sleep.) But it was nice to have complete silence, and to be alone for a bit. Luckily I've slept better the last couple of nights, and I feel better too. Here's hoping we're done with being sick at our house.





3 months: Today I'm officially three months from my due date, May 22. This isn't the best picture of me, but it was Jakob's first time with the camera, and I AM pregnant, so you get what you get. If it seems like I'm counting down the days a lot until I have this baby, it's because I am. Is it just me or are subsequent pregnancies harder? By the way, I'm not carrying a baby in the front and in the back, it's just junk in the trunk.