7:00 a.m. - I hear my sweet husband say goodbye to me and our eleven month old son. He is seeing me at my best. No makeup, hair in a braid, gigantic eighth month pregnant belly. This is a normal day in my life:
10:00 a.m. - I hear my OBGYN say to come back in two hours to check my blood pressure, blood sugar, and Baby. When I get home I eat something after twelve hours of fasting and lay down to elevate my legs. This is supposed to be my boy's first nap time of the day, and of course he did not nap in the car.
1:00 p.m. - I hear my adorable almost one year old talking to himself in his car seat as we again load up. After my second doctor appointment, we head to a physical therapy or evaluation for him. This has become expected for the easy going boy.
4:00 p.m. - I hear the sound of no washer or dryer running, and it reminds me I forgot to put in laundry. I try to clean our one bedroom condo, get ready to move in a few weeks, do exercises with Michael, and count tiny feet kicks during partial bed rest. This is "sleeping when they sleep."
7:00 p.m. - I hear my computer turn on and dread seeing all the perfect lives, homes and children on Facebook. But I do not want to miss anything. This is also a source of encouragement to me from my wonderful friends.
10:00 p.m. - I hear my man get home from his second job, kiss me, and play with our little man who is also excited to see him. I try to talk, but I had surgery two days ago to remove a cyst in my mouth. This has probably been a relief to all the people I normally speak to, especially my family.
1:00 a.m. - I hear the sound of steam-roll snoring and myself getting up to go to the bathroom for the millionth time. I sometimes hear happenings in a tired, sad, negative way. This is what happens when I happen to hear the humor: I am happier! Here's Humor :)
