Tick, Tick, Tick

Time is ticking away. Beck is 35 weeks along now with Baby Will, and Charlie is becoming more and more a "big girl" with each week that passes.

It seems like we've been so busy balancing our life over the last 19 months that we've lost complete control over time. Beck came home last night and was in real discomfort. Lots of Braxton-Hicks going on. I mean LOTS. She stayed at work too long. Even on a "shortened" day of 6 hours. Beck, my super tough wife, just said "I just need to lay down for a while." Then Charlie woke up at 9:30, throwing up. She's had a stomach flu that she's struggling with.

I ran in to her room to help her, took the majority of her vomit all over my shoulders and chest, and walked into our bedroom. There was Beck, Braxton-Hicks and everything, reaching to take Charlie from me to help clean her up. You see, I can't keep her instincts from kicking in and taking over, even though she probably felt just as bad as Charlie.

So now this morning, as the 36th week of Beck's pregnancy begins, we realized this could now happen at any moment. What was a frightening thought 19 months ago, is now just an ordinary planning realization. It's amazing how time (and experience) changes your perspective.

My wife is doing a little better today, after some rest and relaxation this morning. Charlie also seems to be doing much better. She's eating normally again, and has been playing all day.

Stay tuned... It's about to get exciting this month!