chris has been out of town for four days now. he's in new york doing a photo shoot for dockers newest line. emerson and i were booked to go with him but i canceled last minute. julian has been clingy and insecure and i didn't feel good about leaving him. i went back and forth about whether i was being silly... but we decided to take a couple hours to pray about it and in my gut i just felt uncomfortable. who knows... anyway... we all stayed home.

it's been fine for the most part... but i'm really tired.

and ... i've pulled a muscle in my stomach and i can barely move. luckily both boys are asleep so all i have to do is lay here for now. i knew i had pulled a muscle earlier in the evening but it was only a dull ache. however, on my way home from my parents house tonight... both boys fell sound asleep and the temptation of carrying them right in to bed and not having to go through bedtime stuff was too strong. julian is 24 lbs. or so and i probably shouldn't carry him to much but it's not a crime. emerson on the other hand...

anyway... now i'm in pain. after i laid them down... i went downstairs to lock up and make a phone call and when i got up i realized i couldn't walk too well. so i crawled upstairs... somehow made it onto the toilet. (a must before bed when 6 mths pregnant) and into bed.

i've done this about twice in each pregnancy and its usually gone in the morning. so i'm going to assume it will be this time too.

a word to the wise... don't carry your 4 year old upstairs to bed when you're six mths pregnant and have already pulled a muscle. then again... i can't say it wasn't worth it. :) it's been a very quiet evening.

chris gets home tomorrow night and i am counting the minutes.