Beware Church Basketball

I saw this lady at Wal-Mart once with a t-shirt that said, "Church Basketball: The Brawl That Begins With Prayer". How true, how true. So the opthamologist worked me in on Monday. You'll be glad to know that my eyeball didn't fall out or anything, although Josh would have loved it if I got to wear an eyepatch. I have some weird long named whatever that I won't explain because it skeeves me out (OK it has to do with my eyeball sticking to my eyelid and then peeling! off! like a scab! ripping!), but it's a result of a previous injury to the eye he says. It's not a big deal; just have to use some drops in it. The only injury to my eye that I can ever remember is a fingernail to the eye during a church basketball game. Like, my eye was bleeding a little. The opthamologist said that's a story he's heard over and over again. So anyway, I'm not sure if that's actually where the injury came from, but I'm kinda glad Courtney doesn't play church ball. It's vicious.

The last few days have been beautiful weather, but fall has definitely arrived. We went and winterized the boat and put the cabin up, and that feels a little sad. I hope it will stay nice like it has been a few weeks longer. Brittney's soccer game on Saturday got rained/snowed out, so they made it up last night and it was perfect weather.

Courtney went to her very first ever debate tournament last night. She did impromptu, which is where they give you a random topic and you have 7 minutes to write and give a speech. Usually you take maybe 2 minutes or so to prepare and then off you go. She placed 2nd in one of her rounds, which is awesome for her first time. The other rounds she did 4th and 5th. But most importantly, she really liked doing it, so that's great.

I don't know what it is, but the 4th baby is the one that is just really kicking my tail. Not her specifically, because she's been my easiest baby, but just the adding of one more person to the family. My body just didn't do as well with the pregnancy as previous times, probably because I'm older, she was a little bit of a stressful pregnancy because they kept thinking stuff was wrong with her, and the aftermath has been quite difficult as well. I'm finally starting to get a little energy back, but I'm still just flat out exhausted like I've never been before. I'm up in the night with her, then up at 5:30, get Courtney to school and the 2 littles to daycare, work, then pick them up, pick Brittney up, pick Courtney up and run kids around, dinner, household chores.... It's kicking. my. butt. So anyway, I would just absolutely die if I got pg again, and I was thinking tonight about her being my last, and the thought just makes me feel so sad. Isn't it funny how that is? No way I could have anymore kids, yet it's sad to think about not having any more.