Here was our happy Thanksgiving spent at Jake's parents house. We had all the fixin's and stuck around until late in the afternoon. It was an interesting day because I was wondering if these contractions I was having were the real thing. because after all, I still had three weeks, right? (Josiah and Eli never gave me any warning. With them, I woke up and told Jake we needed to go to the hospital.) Jake was a little disappointed when I told him I wasn't feeling well and didn't want to go to his aunt's house for dessert. However, he wasn't so upset when he found out I had a good excuse--labor!
So we went home and prepped the kids that we probably wouldn't be there in the morning, but that it was going to be okay because they'd have a baby brother soon. I tried to sleep, but couldn't. So I started folding the mountain of laundry on our couch. It took me long enough to finish that we finally decided on a first name for our son. Then I cleaned the whole house and called his aunt to come over and watch the kids. More to come.....
