38 Weeks and Waiting

I am entering a stage of waiting a little more patiently for Sabrina's arrival.  I feel huge, tired, and have aches and pains while (trying to) sleeping, but with 2 weeks to go I am suddenly ready to have time go by a little more slowly. 

I have some not so good reasons for this, the main one being fear.  Having already gone through a tough labor, having a hard time breastfeeding, and remembering the sleepless nights of those first few months, I know better what is ahead.  I don't like being fearful, so I'm working on just trusting God to take care of me no matter what arises.
I have good reasons, well one really good reason, to really sit back and let time pass slowly:  Kayla!  She is such a joy in my life and I can't imagine her not being the central little one to my day. 

 She is such a helpful person, wanting to be a part of everything we are doing.  She is learning the difference between doing something "for real" and pretending.  Like any toddler, she highly prefers the real thing. 

 Her new love is bubbles, and now that she can blow her own I don't have to hyperventilate to please her.  :)  We have had fun making our own bubble solutions and taking advantage of the great weather in the backyard lately.

 Kayla loves to be in the kitchen (and loves tatoos, as a side note, uh-oh!).  This little apron and chef's hat were a birthday gift from my aunt and she just loves to wear it while helping me cook.  Her favorite chores are pouring and stirring.

 Here she is helping me with the laundry.  She pours in the soap and then rinses out the cup in the water.  She has watched me do this so many times that I haven't had to tell her what to do.  However, she did get a little gung ho about putting the clothes in for me and managed to sneak some dark clothes into this load of whites I was bleaching. 

For her birthday she got a slew of baby care toys and this, along with Sabrina's stuff, has revived her interest in taking care of her babies.  She is very gentle with them and tells me when they are crying.  We decide what her baby needs: a bottle, a clean diaper, or a bandaid (they get boo-boos often).  She tells them "It's okay!" and rocks them to soothe them in her rocking chair.




So, I will continue to wait, somewhat uncomfortably, until Sabrina arrives and enjoy my last few weeks as mommy of one.