I went to the doctor for my monthly checkup and she cautioned me to stay off my feet as much as possible. I scoffed.
"Yeah, right. With two tweens, Christmas parties, and two birthdays? I'll go on bed rest after Christmas Day."
And I proceeded to bake cookies, decorate the house, hosted my oldest son's twelfth birthday, and attended family Christmas parties. Oh yeah, and celebrated my 38th birthday. But on Christmas Eve Day, I suddenly noticed my ankles were extremely swollen. I called a nurse friend, who told me to get off my feet and elevate them ASAP. I'd finished wrapping everything; I was finishing up the stocking gifts and cleaning the house, since my parents were arriving soon. My older kids had also been in a church production of The Best Christmas Ever, and my sister was in town. But I turned over the housework to the spouse and kids, and plopped my butt on the couch with a movie for company while I elevated my feet.
We attended Christmas Eve service, then returned home and put the kids to bed. The next morning, D and the kids got the food ready. I was officially 'off duty' until the baby arrived.
I don't think I mentioned, I was carrying the baby the same way as I'd carried S, so we'd settled on Jessica Jo for a girl, and would call her JJ. D still maintained he wanted a boy, to be called William Michael. I wanted Michael William, but he wasn't budging. So 'Peanut' became 'JJ' for the next three months. We were on track to deliver March 5th:)
Next Month: Movie Hour!