Contractions? and my "Aha" moment

It is 6:33 am on Wednesday, February 24th. I could be going into labor--maybe not. I am not sure. Ever since late last night I can hardly walk. Things feel a bit strange but I can't say that it is really contractions. I don't know what to think. But I can't sleep anymore--it was a long night of trying to toss and turn but it hurt too much. So I am up waiting for my family to wake up. What a night! Autumn was up several times crying and refusing to go back to sleep. Then Jonny woke up. We were all up at around 4:30am(mostly due to Autumn crying). Bruce and I met in the hall after trying to settle the kids back down and grunted. It was a silly night. Everyone is finally back to sleep so what do I choose to do? My favorite pastime and what I always do when I need a mental break--get on my computer. I am addicted to my computer. It offers me mental sanity. It doesn't talk or need anything. It just let's me veg out for a bit.


I was thinking about my Sunday "aha" moment. Bruce had to get up early for bishopric meeting (as usual). I was talking to him and saying how I wish he could just stay home and have a leisurely Sunday morning with us. That is not a luxury when you are in the bishopric. He works so hard all week and then on Sunday still has a work like schedule. I made the somewhat sarcastic comment that "I hope the Lord blesses us for this sacrifice." But in the same breath I said that I was immediately humbled as I thought "What am I saying?!" I felt so ungrateful for thinking that because our little family is incredibly blessed. We have everything...food, shelter, a job, savings, family, friends, health, a baby on the way and the list goes on and on. I try really hard not to complain about the time we are asked to sacrifice for the Church--knowing that it is really for the Lord (plus the bishop does even more than any of us can imagine so I don't feel at liberty to complain unless I am doing more than him). Where much is given, much is required. We are so blessed and so lucky and I am continually learning to be a better sport and have a better attitude. Bruce is a rock through all of this. He never complains about his church or work duties. I love him so much for his commitment and never ending service and positive attitude.


Well now that I have had my pondering moment for the day I am going to go and wash my hair and shave my legs (just what any silly pregnant woman would do--just in case it really is the big day!)