Sigh...

So last weekend we had what I assumed was our last weekend as a family of three, and it was wonderful. I was feeling good about what we did and what we accomplished, and was as ready as ever to bring Baby #2 into our family.

Whelp, here we are at another weekend--and still as a family of three. And sadly, I already know it will pale in comparison to last weekend. Darrell has to be out of the house pretty much all day today for an event with his El Riad Shrine Unit, which leaves (40-week pregnant) me home alone with William. Again. Don't get me wrong, I very much love the time I get to spend with William and feel so lucky that I can stay at home, but I desperately look forward to breaks and the extra set of hands on the evenings and weekends when Darrell is home--pregnant or not. Plus the weather is not supposed to be nearly as nice as it was last weekend, which makes it harder for me to work up the motivation to get us out of the house (which, trust me, is quite a chore with the size of my belly and a toddler who is set on asserting his independence).

Thankfully, we have no plans tomorrow (mostly because we pretty well assumed that by this point in the month we'd be home cuddling a newborn), so Darrell can make up some hours of Daddy time and I can get a break to run to the store (alone!) or something. That discounted Valentine's Day candy isn't going to walk itself to our house, after all. And given the rate with which this labor is progressing (or rather, NOT progressing), Momma's gonna need some chocolate. Because I may or may not have polished off those brownies yesterday.