Just Waiting

So I am sitting here updating myself on the blogs I follow just thinking that I can't post anything until I get some pics downloaded to share. Well, isn't that silly!!! I have so much to ramble (and so much time these days once the kids are asleep) that I could write everyday and still not be done rambling. So, here goes . . . Hope you are blessed - who knows what these quick fingers will type... oh, speaking of fingers - I don't know that it is broken because well there is no real bruising and swelling, but this prego brain of mine is really beating me up - mentally and physically :) So, first there was the story of me about a month ago - Mike is on the phone with his Grandma and I bring a paper cup and glass cup down the stairs to throw/put away. As Mike is getting and giving updates I quietly place the one cup in the trash with a loud SHATTER to follow - so much for being quiet and just ease dropping on the conversation, right? Mike then looks at me with an unsure face and the floor where I have just completely dropped the glass...I shrug my shoulders and just say "I'm pregnant, I forgot." Bewildered he just dumbfoundedly says, "That's it?" So..on to the physical abuse of my beloved right finger. When I was little I jumped in the car with a friend and as she shut the door I calmly said, "My hand is still in there." To which she opened the door and I proceeded to calmly (still calmly) take my hand out of the door in which she had just completely shut in the car door. When I was like three my hand got shut in the trunk of our huge car in the church parking lot - all that background to say I have never broken a bone and maybe I have just slowly prepared my hands, body, etc. for torture (that probably ties in to God preparing me for a life with 3 boys, right?...) So, Friday I go to the commissary to grab a few quick items, Landon is at school so it is just Zach and I. Holding Zach I shut the door one handed. As the door shuts, I realize I am apparently trying to lighten my load by placing my little sweet right pinky in the door. OUCH! I pull it out quickly and am later - after having to experience the pain and though act as if nothing stupid has just happened, am bummed that it didn't swell up all ugly and bruised. At least I could then laugh at myself to others, right. In all honesty I am so glad it didn't, but now I am wondering what I actually did to it as it just kinda tingles with no real pain or feeling for that matter. Hummmm....guess three times on the same hand I finally am starting to show my "experience".

Well, that was complete rambling. I thought I would share such sweet blessings of my little boys, but I will save that for post #2 of the day. Watch out - when you get older and your mind is racing, sometimes the body parts just aren't as quick...... :)