You know what is stupid? A compulsion to clean and organize your entire dwelling when you're 37 weeks pregnant. It results in lots of trash bags, lots of neat and clean spaces, and hips that give out at every step.
It's stupid. It hurts.
Also stupid: kids who catch stomach bugs and end up in the ER for iv fluids at midnight.
No one but Miriam has been stricken yet, but I'm dubious it'll stay that way.
Add in springing forward, making bedtime come NEVER, and well.
Life is good.
About two weeks give or take until we transition to a family of eight. Wow! We're ready.