And I'll finally get to meet my little girl! I am pretty excited. More exciting is I think I am about ready for her. I just need to wash her clothes and crib sheets and buy some more baby things (another car seat base and other boring things like that) and we'll be golden. I am ready to be done being pregnant, so it is good that it is only a month left!)
Also this past weekend has been adventurous, and not the weekend I was planning at all. Since Dave was going to be down in Kentucky doing manly things with his friend Nick, it was just going to be me and James which I was so excited for. I had some errands to run, wanted to do some things on the baby room, and wanted to do fun things with James like go out to lunch, take him to the Air Zoo, maybe stop by the train station, etc. However, enter Friday and everything changed. I slipped on ice and in trying to catch myself and not hurt my baby, I hurt myself. Pretty badly. I always considered myself to have a high pain tolerance (I survived a natural childbirth, to say the least..) and this hurt pretty bad. I pulled a muscle in my inner thigh (alright, alright, the groin, but I think that's an awful word and sounds like an injury that only boys should get) and was in a lot of pain. I couldn't walk unless I was leaning against something and even so, I would moan or cry with each step. It was bad, no position was comfortable! Luckily, I got myself some good medicine and after a weekend of icing and heating and resting and doing none of the things that I had originally planned, I am starting to feel better. I still walk with a limp and the only thing I can think of is that I look like a lame hippo. Literally lame with my limp and hippo because well, I'm hugely pregnant. So that all to say, I asked for your prayers for continued healing and that this doesn't affect any upcoming childbirthing that might be in my future.
James has been great though. He knows all his ABC's, numbers, and characters in Thomas the train. He talks alot and has gotten to be very polite. (When I bring him his tray of food for lunch he says, " Tank too Momma." Translation: Thank you Mama). He really says thank you all the time, at the appropriate times too. On the flip side, his other favorite thing to says is "Oh Trap." Translation: Oh Crap! when something bad happens. I don't know where he picked it up, but it is sorta cute and hard not to laugh when he says it. But I try to ignore it and hope that it just fades with time. He's super excited about his baby sister, knows that her name is Clara, and declares that she'll play trains with him when she's out of Momma's tummy. He also recently transitioned to his big boy bed which has gone perfectly well. I really thought it would be harder, but luckily there have been no wake ups at 3 am to him playing with his toys. If he does wake up, we just walk him back to bed and that's it. Thank you Lord!
So things are looking up in the Hocker household. I just really can't wait for my hubby to get home. not just because he has been doing bath time duty lately so I don't have to bend over, but because I miss him. Two year old hugs are good for the soul, but nothing beats a hug from my man. Amen.
(Also, James is going to be two in about three weeks! Gah!)
