"You look tired"

I'm now 36 weeks, and feeling like a penguin who ate too much. I don't walk anymore, I waddle. I feel like a watermelon has been strapped on to my tummy, and trying to sleep with it is almost impossible now.

Every person I meet would remark, " You look tired." I actually don't feel as tired as I look, but waking up 10 times to go to the bathroom at night, and having a toddler who still wets her bed occasionally and who makes a nightly visit to our bed while we sleep does take its toll. I shudder to imagine how I would look like AFTER baby is out, and taking care of 3 kids under 5 yrs old on my own.

I'm psyching myself up and getting ready to suffer, I just don't know if my body will break down in protest of the constant sleep deprivation.


But God's grace is sufficient for me, and His power will be made perfect in my weakness.

What sweetness and maturity!

Chris blessed my heart first thing this morning when she woke up, came out to the living room and saw piles of folded clothes on the floor. I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and wondering why she was taking so long to come into the kitchen. When I went to look for her, I saw her putting the clothes into her drawers. She totally took the initiative to keep the clothes!

Then, I explained to her that our part-time help wasn't coming anymore ( that's why I had to fold the laundry the night before till 1am!). She said, " Okay. That means I'LL help you."

Wow! What maturity from a 41/2 yr old! I hope she'll remember what she had said. At least I have this blog to remind her!