Happy New Year!!

I'm still here, still pregnant, still miserable, but trying desperately to stay positive! We had a great Christmas and New Year's Eve. I'm not sure what the kids are going to do this week, since everything will go back to "normal", well, until Dylan arrives. They had 3 straight days of celebrating Christmas with various family and friends. They loved opening presents, and I tried really hard to get them excited about GIVING, they're just too young. Kadence did somewhat enjoy handing out gifts, but not nearly as much as she enjoyed tearing into them and trying to take Gavin's presents- he did the same to her, so it worked out. I was off work for 11 days, and it was great. I loved spending all that time with our family and friends.

We accomplished a lot around the house- our office is clean and Dylan's clothes are no longer in grocery bags, but actually in his own drawers! That's quite a feat, considering I'm full term and we just got around to putting our baby's clothes somewhere functional. Things were waaaaay different when I was pregnant with Kadence.

I learned the other night that my kids are pyromaniacs. We had some sparklers and snaps for them, but they were all about the BIG fireworks. No fears, no running inside like the other kids- they wanted to be in the middle of the action. It was so fun to watch them with their sparklers, and to see their excitement when big fireworks went off. New Year's Eve used to be a really big holiday with our family. ALL my cousins, aunts and uncles would get together at my grandparents house, and we'd eat, drink, and shoot fireworks all night long. I have so many fond memories, and though it's different now, my kids still have a blast. I wish more family could come in town, but we had a great time with my sister in law, our neighbors, and my grandparents. I couldn't think of a better way to ring in the new year than with my husband and kids- though giving birth that day would've been nice too. :)

Speaking of, at 3:00am on New Year's Eve, little Dylan decided to tease me a bit. I woke up at 3:00am to real contractions, every six minutes. I tried not to get my hopes up, because I had two rounds of prodromal (false) labor with Gavin, but it was hard. After a few hours, they started to space out, then become less intense, then fizzle away. And wouldn't you know it, at around 3 that afternoon, they picked up again. Then died down again. I tried helping it along by eating two "labor cookies" and walking around. But nope, nothing. He'll be born when he's ready. I know that. I just have to keep reminding myself!!