Cinnamon Life and Everything Nice....That's What These Little Girls Will Be Made Of

This past Monday I went to the Dr. fully prepared for him to tell me it is time for me to head into the hospital for the remainder of this pregnancy.  It's been getting tough... contractions, pressure, dizzyness, shortness of breath, and it feels like these babies are playing my rib bones like a harp....(it HURTS, and they are bruised).  Not to mention I REALLY don't feel like my stomach can stretch any further with out splitting open. (TOO much info, I am sorry).  But much to my surprise after an ultrasound and exam he concluded that we are still right on track, and the girls are roughly close to 3lbs each!! I was utterly blown away by God's faithfulness yet again!  The fact that I get to be home resting with my son by my side (well not really--running around the house is more like it), but at least I get to be HERE with him, is such a blessing!! I am so thankful the girls are doing well and continuing to grow!  The Dr. asked me what I have been eating to grow these "Texas" size babies as he is referring to them, and my response was "Cinnamon Life!"  Yup that's right, "Cinnamon Life and everything nice, that is what these little girls are made of."  I go through about a box every two days!!!! It really is absurd! But don't get me wrong I am still fitting in protein, and I can NOT eat enough Granny Smith Apples in a day! So here we are at 27 1/2 weeks last week:

It really does freak me out a bit to think that I still have 6 weeks to go, and there are days that I am just REALLY ready, but I know I can't be.   I know that I need to finish strong, I just don't understand HOW my body is going to stretch even further and how I will even move as the weeks go on.  When those thoughts creep up which is often these days, I stop myself and ask God to just continue to sustain my body and these 3 girls, as only he can.  My sweet husband encourages me that I need to "finish strong" as he once did before we had kids and we would go jogging together..... It always got under my skin and I would usually scream something nasty back at him in between gasping for air as I was jogging to "STOP encouraging me, I HATE this, I'm miserable and walking back home!"  I am trying to have a little bit of a better attitude as he cheers me on to the finish line this time....but I don't think the extra hormones are helping the situation much. :)  But then I look at these sweet pictures that you see below, and I realize it is not about me this time... It is about these 3 little souls and I will fight to finish strong, to keep them in as long as possible, to keep them as safe as possible.  Here are our girls, I can't wait to kiss those cheeks!!! 

Baby A 

Baby B (who would not stop yawning and rubbing her eyes during the ulrasound :) 

Baby C (oh that little arm and fingers!!!) 

So with 6 more weeks to go, we are soaking in every minute that we can as a family of 3, and really trying to slow the busyness of life down.  Our church recently merged with another church and we are not sure where our family will land once the girls arrive and we are ready to get back into a church home, but for now we are enjoying the time that Tigh has home with us on Sunday morning instead of drumming.  This was our "church" this morning (below).... we had a fire left over from the night before, sat outside and enjoyed watching Gray run around with the dogs as we drank coffee and I sat in a chair feeling these babies kick.  We counted our blessings, and I am just overwhelmed with thankfulness that as hard as this is, this is my life God has given me.  I can't believe I get to walk it alongside the man God gave me, and that I get to be Gray's mom and these 3 girls mom... 

And finally, Gray has already started taking on the role of BIG brother.  He will go into the girls room and swing a stuffed animal in one of the baby swings and act like he is giving it a paci (we have some work to do, to slow the speed in which he likes to swing it and say "WEEEEE!!" but we have some time to work on that).    The other day as I was laying on the couch, he came to join me and rested his head on my belly to give his "sissies" a hug..... "oh my sweet child, how I LOVE YOU & YOUR HEART!!!!! More than you will EVER know!"  I wish he could stay this age FOREVER!!!