Object Lesson Time

So this weekend was rough.  Mentally and physically.  I've been sick with a sore throat and cough the last few days, and aside from that, I'm in almost constant pain from this pregnancy with my ribs.  When you throw in the fact that Jane is STILL waking up multiple times on a nightly basis, it may be understandable as to why I reached a breaking point on Saturday afternoon and lost it with the kids.

Because -- quite frankly -- they just don't seem to get it!  A little help pitched in here and there would be amazing.   And even if all they did was NOT fight or freak out or give me attitude, I would take that alongside a messy house any day {and every day!} and call it good!  Hahaha.  Anyway, when I snapped on Saturday and broke down crying to all of them, I decided that perhaps it was time to bring out the pregnancy object lesson.  For the last couple of pregnancies, I've gotten so tired by the end of having to do so much around the house without kids realizing how difficult it was to do with my pregnant belly, that I've made each of them carry around a backpack (over their bellies) filled with heavy objects, in order to get a feel for what it's like to have to bend over and pick stuff up all over the floor with such a cumbersome load in front.  It's always been a hit.  Hahaha.

Everyone had their turn {even Ethan who forbade me from taking any pictures of it}, and even though I'm not sure how much it really, truly sunk in, I do feel like they're thinking about me and my condition a little bit more than they were before.  In fact, last night was the first night I've gone almost cough-free in several nights, and when I came to find out this afternoon that Ethan prayed for me last night that I could stop coughing, it was easily the sweetest and most heart-warming thing I've heard all day.  *Single tear*  

 I'm feeling a little better today, and I'm hopeful that by the end of the week I will have kicked this cough to the curb.  And as for the rest of the pregnancy aches and pains, here's to hoping that the next 11 weeks (or less) FLY by! 

 

{And a little light-hearted, comic relief to end on.  Grace has discovered the joy of press on nails.  Hahahaha.  I remember shopping for these at Walgreens with my sisters when we were growing up, and LOVING them.  Although, I will say that these look a whole lot more "real" than the ones we bought.  :) }