I think I'm in labor

Another warm winter day in hawaii. We did our Sunday routine of going to church and then taking a nap. I felt uncomfortable. I couldn't get to sleep, just tossed and turned while he serenaded me with what he calls deep breathing others would call it snoring. I decided to pace, that didn't make me feel better, sat down to watch tv, didn't help either. I couldn't pin point my discomfort just felt like something was not right. Then finally like an epiphany I woke him up, "I think I'm labor."
"Are you sure?" he asked
"No"
"Do you want to go the hospital?"
"I don't know"
Let me explain why this conversation was kinda nonchalant. We were still new in Hawaii and going to the hospital would be an huge ordeal of having to have someone stay with the girls or take the girls to someone else's home. we decided to go to the hospital with kids in tow, if I was in labor he could then ask someone to come pick them up.
We went a sure enough, I had already dilated to a 6. so here we go with baby #3.

daddy home?

He was almost home. We had endured many trials while he was gone.The baby had had another birthday and she was now 2 years old, I had basically endured a pregnancy all by myself. I was ready to leave and be with my husband again. I arrived at the airport and saw him waiting for me. I hugged him sort of, there was huge belly in my way. he kissed me and it just seemed perfect. He picked up his baby and She was a little bit in shock, I think she didn't know if this truly was the man that had left her life a year ago . I had given her a picture of him and everyday reminded her that that was daddy.

She looked at him again and then said "daddy home?"
"Yes honey, daddy is home" he answered and then held her tight. He cried. He had missed so much. She was so big. I just watched and knew that this was it. This is what I wanted in my life. It was perfect, he was perfect for me and she was our creation.

Indeed daddy was home and it was time to continue this family.

Easter

We were so excited for the baby's first easter. Our city hosted a easter egg hunt at the park and we got her all dressed and bought her a basket. The hunt was divided into different age catagories. we would be part of the 2 and under group. Seemed a little unfair to me. Our child had just mastered standing up compared to little boys that were already running sprints. They said they would allow the children under 1 to go first.

The whistle sounded and off she went. She had no idea what to do. She could barely walk with her basket. He pointed to an egg and then tried to coax her towards it. There was one rule, and that was that parents could not touch the eggs. He pointed I encouraged. Then they released the 2 years olds. This kid ran up to the egg and took it! We pointed to another egg. this time he stood around it almost like protecting it. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the egg. She picked it up. I don't know why but we felt like we had just accomplished something.

we pointed to another egg hoping she would understand the idea. She looked at her egg, she looked at the other egg and then just plopped down. She was satisfied with her one accomplishment, we were not. We literally picked her up and plopped her in front of another egg. we looked ridiculous. we were doing all the running around and she just plopped. we ended with 6 eggs. We were proud of ourselves.