13 April 2008

All about the numbers

We have finally concluded 14 days of vomiting and vomit cleaning (unfortunately for me, they were equal in number, as nobody was able to make it to the toilet or a bowl.)  I am just grateful for healthy children who keep their food down.

According to the calendar, I have completed 32 weeks with 8 more to go before this tiny life and I meet face to face, but in my mind it is more like 10 weeks.  For, I am determined to allow this birth to be guided solely by nature (read: I will not take 4 ounces of castor oil, have a labor just over 1 hour=baby born in car.)  I am in a state of contentment regarding this one. Coming late is fine.  More than fine.  I am happy to wait.   I really don't know what life as we know it will become when number 5 arrives.  We have a groove.  We know what comes next.  

Right now I have much nesting to do and other little ones, too little, really, for another baby to bump them all down a place, to hold on my eclipsing lap.  Ryan came home one evening and inquired about the ladder set up in the bedroom.  I told him I was going to paint the blades of the fan white and the brass silver.  He said simply, without surprise (for why would there be surprise when he has seen it 4 times before), "You're nesting."  And I was.  I am.  Trimming the bushes, washing and vacuuming the car, finishing up chair molding, sewing new pillow cases for the couch pillows, going to the canneryrearranging furniture, organizing drawers here and there, putting away 4 sets of winter clothes and pulling out 4 sets of summer clothes, doing touch up painting around the house--things I don't always enjoy, but with the arrival of this baby not too far away, I know I will have no projects except making sure Ryan and Divine have clean clothes (because the rest of us can stay in the same clothes for days) and to get everyone fed.


So, you see, this blog has been developing for several days now, as other "things" have pressed more firmly (and loudly) on my mind.  Number 5 is going to come.  Perhaps this will be our boy, our boy whose toe number 2 is just like dad's, longer than the rest, kicking me as I type.  I have a feeling occasionally, that we are missing someone, though I look around and everyone is present.  Another perhaps--this baby just might fill that "someone missing" gap.  

9 comments:

  1. you DO have a lot of numbers orbiting your life these days. and here is another one: 916-351-5972. you can call me in those last days of pregnancy and i will cheer you on. i am habitually "late" birthing my babies and i know how easy it is to get cranky in the end...

    you know i went to check out your familia's blogs last week half fearing you'd delivered early. i'm glad you just didn't write cause you were busy with sickie kids and not preemie kids. Hope you are all feeling better now!

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  2. PS. I know about that missing person feeling! But tell me, what does it mean when my head tells me I'm done having children but I keep looking around for the missing child???

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  3. Beautiful Katy. I love reading about the Dill happenings.

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  4. Happy to hear everyone is through loosing their lunch and you can nest without the mess. Love those cute girls, their mother and father and the new one to come!
    Dad

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  5. I didn't weep but wanted to as I read your thoughts. It is like they were my thoughts 24 years ago--especially feeling the bumping the born children down one more notch and fixing and rearranging and cleaning before life as you know it is no more for a while. You know the drill by now. And there is nothing in life that will bring you more joy--you, my dear Katy, are evidence of that!

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  6. I will be so happy for you if you get a boy but I will be equally happy for you if you get girl because you and Ryan have the ability to make such beautiful girls. You are so patient, do you give lessons?

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  7. I loved this post. You are so creative with the way you did the numbers and highlighted your to-do's. So sorry that your kids were sick. I don't think there is anything worse then vomiting kids. Except maybe a vomiting mom with her vomiting kids. :)

    Enjoy your home stretch. I am truly so excited for you and your little family.

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  8. Hooray for no more vomiting! Glad your back full force (it seems)! Those girls are sure beautiful, I don't know if a boy could live up to such stunners (: Can't wait to find out. Wish we were closer (will I ever stop wishing that?)

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  9. I think the hardest job you did was put away four sets of winter clothes and get out four sets of summer. That's the worst/best job each season. Worst because it takes so long and the kids don't want you to put away their favorite shirt. Best because you get out all those clothes the older kids used to wear and reminisce about them as littler children. Ah, the good old days- of last summer! Take care of yourself!

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