
But, I'm just getting so excited this week. I had a little family "sprinkle" and the gifts, painting little onesies, and praying for the twins just made it seem so real.
I washed some diapers and some blankets this weekend too. Such cute little prefolds. Wow, the babies are on their way.
The sun is shining and beautiful and that just makes everything seem better. I had to find my one pair of maternity shorts in my closet...I've never been pregnant in April before and have never needed shorts! But, I love that it's warm enough to warrant the wearing of shorts-- pale, cankle legs and all!
I gave the three boys their summer buzz cuts this afternoon, and although it has nothing to do with being pregnant, minus having to take a sitting break between each one, it's just one more reminder that summer is on its way!
With the positive week behind, this upcoming week is a busy doctor week. Tuesday AM Elliot has his tubes surgery for his endless ear infections. Then, in the afternoon I learn more about diabetes. Wednesday afternoon I have another ultrasound and an OB appointment.
I want to end with this poem that I was given at my shower. I think I want to put it up in their bedroom somehow (with that extra time...).
Baby
by George MacDonald
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.
Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand strok’d it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.
Whence that three-corner’d smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into bonds and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs’ wings.
How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.
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