Seriously?

So I should be sleeping. Yup. Should be sleeping. But as it would typically go, a slight wrench has been thrown into my last days of pregnancy. Apparently, I'm meant to deal with an incredibly poorly timed stage of events. It can all be summed up in three basic things.

1. 6 year old asthmatic with a coughing cold
2. 39 week pregnant mom with coughing cold and badly damaged ribs
3. Imminent labor at any given moment

Why, oh why, did the kids have to bring home a cold one week before I'm set to be in severe writhing agony away from them in the hospital? When Alex gets sick like this, it always leads to me sitting up with him and checking his oxygen levels and lungs all night long for at least 3 nights. Those nights start tonight. I'm due to give birth by next Tuesday and could pop at any given moment. Josh is a very heavy sleeper who gets up to work at 4:30 every morning to a job situation where he could be in danger of many unplanned accidents if sleep deprivation is privy to the situation. That leaves me to the kids when their sick. As it should be, of course. But if I pop, I must leave my kids and flee to a hospital where I will not only be in active labor attempting to squeeze a watermelon out a lemon hole, but where I will be constantly worrying about my asthmatic child back home barking away in his bed. And I must leave this responsibility to my mom who never had to deal with such situations with her four kids. Not to mention that bringing home a newborn to sick people can't possibly be a good thing. So...what am I doing right now? Praying.

When I'm done praying, I'll pray some more. What was once a hopeful moment that I might stay pregnant for the sake of trivial things has now become a hopeful prayer that we can all be well before labor sets in. Every time I cough, my right ribs threaten to shatter. Each time I hear my son barking just one small room away my eyes pop open in worry and fret. Timing, so it seems, is a funny thing. So for anyone out there willing to throw a prayer our way, please pray for quick healing of this cold for us all and for this little baby to stick around in his/her comfy womb for just one week longer so we have time to heal. As fun as childbirth is, I do hope to not add worry, fret, and punctured lung from coughing to the list of things to deal with that day. Ugh....timing.