If this is 33 weeks, I’d just like to say that I’m askeered of 40.

Officially- I am bigger than when I delivered both other kids at 35 and 36 weeks.

Miraculously- still have a functioning cervix.

Mostly- I’m grateful. This is awesome. I’m up. I’m running (with huffing and puffing, but still). I’m taking care of sick kiddos and running errands and not strapped to a hospital bed and monitors with no dignity or underware. Life is good.

Small Request- If we could arrange to have my left leg not go numb in every position known to man, that’d be good. K thnx bai.

It is strangely quiet at my house. Yesterday I spoke to soon about the kids being better. Ever since that post they have tossed a 101 fever back and forth like a football; one spikes while the other one takes a lap. Right now they are both napping, and Chris has come home from work and errands and is also asleep. It is four thirty and the house is completely silent. It is utterly bizarre. This house is rarely quiet.

I tend to crave silence and will go to great lengths to gain moments of solitude. Chris has been asked many times (nicely and sometimes not so nicely) take the kids and leave the house. Sometimes a person just needs a little silence, a little breathing space, and a little time to be completely alone with oneself. With all the napping I’ve gotten quite a bit of this this week. It is nice, but strange, and I wish it were under better circumstances.

This simple layout will be at CHA this weekend in the Cosmo Cricket booth.

It is an old shot of Jonas that I love, and one of the few shots of Jonas engaged in quiet play ever. The new line is called Lil Man. It should make anyone with a typical little guy into cars and sports and all things boy pretty happy.