There's Nothing Like It!

There's nothing like...

There's nothing like being so big and pregnant that you're forced to use the handicap bathroom/temple dressing room stalls.

There's nothing like avoiding the little boy in Emma's class because everyday he asks if she can call him later. Remember in A Christmas Story (I know you've already seen it once so far this year!) when Ralphie helps his dad change the tire and he says "The Mother Curse Word" and his mother asks where he heard it and he names his friend Schwartz and then his mom calls Schwartz's mom and from over the phone you hear the mom yelling and screaming some high-pitched "What? What?" This is how I want to react to this boy every time he asks me if Emma can call him.

There's nothing like running out of gas 25 miles from home at the end of a youth temple trip. Just ask Josh (Love you, Baby!).

There's nothing like trying to explain to your 6-year-old that she is not old enough to just walk home in the middle of the school day.

There's nothing like being 9 months pregnant and Christmas shopping all day looooong.

There's nothing like having your 4-year-old try to convince you to buy him some candy because "candy is good for you."

There's nothing like taking your children to see Santa and seeing how they suddenly become shy (SHOCK!) and humble in asking for the present they've been adamant that they've wanted.

There's nothing like listening to your Grampa tell stories about how he learned that a fight isn't worth fighting if you can't take the other guy out in one punch.

There's nothing like realizing the bassinet your husband just put up will actually be used by the little baby in your belly in less than 11 1/2 days.

There's nothing like registering for your baby that you weren't going to register for because she's baby number four but your friends want to throw you a baby shower and you need to tell them what things you still need since you gave everything away when you moved a year ago and then you realize that there are so many things that you didn't put on your register that you actually need. Who remembers changing pads?

There's nothing like looking forward to your husband's maternity leave. That's right, I said maternity. I can't wait for him to be home!!