Monday Routine

Monday is my day to strip the beds in the A.M. and jump into clean sheets in the P.M. One good thing about starting the week and facing Mondays.

This morning, I was determined to get a good start to the laundry, so as soon as I was out of bed, I started pulling the sheets off. My sweet and ultra understanding husband came in and said "Ahh Honey. Did you have a little pregnant pee-pee accident during the night?" With an extremely puzzled look on my face, I responded with, "WHAT!? Are you kidding?" He said "well, you're taking the sheets off the bed." I said "Well, that's what I do on Mondays--I strip the bed and wash the sheets."

Just to clear things up, in both pregnancies, I've NEVER gone pee-pee in our bed. I'm not saying it can't or won't happen...it just hasn't happened. Interesting how he jumped right to peeing the bed. :)

Basket Case Sunday

Yesterday in Relief Society we had a beautiful lesson about women of faith. Our teacher is from Alabama and with the horrible tornadoes that ripped through, she shared a horrifying story with us that one of her friends experienced during the storm.

A family was in their home, ran down into the basement to the lowest point possible for safety. As the storm ripped the house from the foundation, it tore a newborn baby from it's father's arms. As of Friday, they still hadn't found their precious baby. What a tragedy on top of a tragedy.

After hearing that story, with all my pregnant hormones, I was crying. (I'm sure a big surprise) Then we were asked to think of the hardest and most trying times of our lives. No one wanted to share. One sister shared and then I decided to share. I lost it again. I had a hard time telling people about my hard time. I have to say, I am so thankful for the trials I went through, to give me the gratitude I have today. Even the fact that Marky played in his poop and smeared it all over himself this morning, I can only laugh and clean him up with pure satisfaction, love and excitement for that blessing. Cause let's face it, every baby plays in poop at one point. If I never had poop to clean up, I wouldn't have the blessing of a sweet little man in my life and a sweet baby girl on the way. Totally worth all the work.

After church yesterday, I told Mark the story and I cried again. I really turned into a basket case yesterday.

My heart and prayers go out to that family and all the families who lost loved ones and everything they have worked for in their lives. I pray those sweet southern brothers and sisters of ours can get the help they need and start rebuilding.