No, internet world and blogging friends: I have not yet had the baby.
This is a good thing.
You see, I was sitting in church on Sunday morning asking the Lord for the baby to come that day. There was no rush really, other than I was and am completely uncomfortable and would like to be on the road to recovery and discovering a new-normal with two little girls. But I just have to say: sometimes, I am so glad that God does not answer my prayers the way I want Him to.
Monday morning, we all woke up feeling sick. I mean: really, really sick.
In fact, as I attempted to roll myself out of bed to attend to Gwen's beckoning cries, I realized: OH. NO. I remember this feeling all-too-well.
At the end of my first trimester, the three of us came down with almost exactly the same bug.
I have nothing profound to say or write. We are still in recovery mode (although Gwendolyn somehow is recovering a LOT faster than we are -- where do little kids get SO MUCH energy?), and so I'll just leave it at this: I am thankful "Birdie" did not decide to arrive yet, and I would appreciate having a few more days to recover and regain my strength before labor.
I am also extremely thankful for my church family, and that I have people I can call up and ask for supplies (read: Gatorade, saltines, apple juice, white rice, soup). We absolutely needed these things to help us along but there was no way for us to get out. Ohhh I am so thankful!
But I am also so tired. So I'm going back to bed.