Bearing man

A more accurate visual of how I feel right now in life there is not. Such a balance, Perris and I taking on new loads, shifting responsibility in my inabilities and yet still side by side. Thank you to that sweet man for doing it all so willingly and lovingly. 
Good news! I am going to be un-pregnant soon. 3 weeks I think. Or 4. But I'm having tons and tons of Braxton hicks. Like more than I've ever had in my life of pregnancies so something is stirring. My belly is actually gigantic. As it should be, but really. We went to an outdoor mall area yesterday and I kept seeing my reflection everywhere I looked--I couldn't believe it! It was a new perspective and I thought "no wonder these people are all staring. I would be too!"
My darling boys are practicing with babies. Hank actually LOVES this and it's a heart melter!! An idea was brought to my attention to assign each boy a baby to be their helper, which we will definitely be trying. They're going to do great. 

A cute tidbit about Hank right now is that when he's asked "what's your name?" He will answer either with two fingers for "two years old" or he will give them the Twins' names. Hahaha it is so funny. We don't quite understand the question, obviously!
 Fun fact about Wade is that he will come up to my face so close and say "hey, Mom..." With this clever grin and present an idea of something to do and end with "how about that!?" He's a hoot. Lots of fun conversations. Like how'd Dad put a seed in me to make babies. Yeah. I have nothing more to say to him except I'll have to share more when he's older ;)

I read the book "The life-changing magic of tidying up" by a wonderful author and Perris and I cleansed our closet this weekend. Felt so good. "Does this bring me joy? No. Sorry, shirt. Thank you for fulfilling your purpose. Goodbye." It was awesome. I got rid of 3/4 of my clothes. 
There they all are, in that huge box by the diapers! 

This week is the week to be done preparing for the babes. Tomorrow I'm 34 weeks. U I think I'm a little slow, or so I've been told. Hospital bag, baby clothes out and ready...here we go. Pump yourself up for a family of six. 




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