You know the story. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do... Well, four isn't too many, is it? For a 35 year old? I just feel old. Ten years ago, at 25, I was so excited that we started 10 years earlier than my mom did. She was always older than the other moms at my school. But now that it's me, I guess it's going to be ok! It has to be! But I was an only child, and I always wanted lots of kids. My husband is the youngest boy out of 5, so he's used to a large family. Now with lots of cousins, my kids are used to the big family too, and we are truly blessed that many of them are close to us, and we get together often.
When I look in the mirror, the gray pops out at me, and as I send the older kids down to the walk-in basement to play with the 3 year old, I wonder, what am I in for? Is it just that I'm tired from this pregnancy? It hasn't been an easy one like the first two. The third had a few things, like a breach baby and a c-section, but this time, with a month left, I could hardly walk and he (it's a boy) was so low, he feels like he's falling out, so I'm on bed rest. Feels like house arrest, though I'm grateful for the rest, so I'm starting a blog!
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