My bed has been one of my favorite spots since being a mother and especially in the past few weeks, and not for the reasons you might think. Not because the tastes of fall have brought cooler nighttime temperatures which has made it colder in the house and much more desirable to snuggle up under the covers. Not because of the times at night when my mind wanders too far or in the morning when I have to face another day, and grief wants to keep me hidden there. Not because I just entered the third trimester and my body is tired from the end of a full day. But, what I really love about my bed right now – it’s where our best family time happens. It’s where we put on Adele’s ‘jommies’ after bath time and where she pillow dives, does somersaults, and jumps off into Daddy’s arms. It’s where we Facetime family before she goes to bed. And it’s the place we get to interact with and feel Arthur the most. Our nightly routine is so sweet. I feel him move throughout the day, but this is our special time, just him and us, after his busy sister is down for the night. My feet are elevated, pillows all in their proper place, and I can lay there, watching and feeling him move. The moment I get settled into bed, he starts his play. I don’t believe his position has changed much since the last ultrasound because he likes to send me to the bathroom about 3 times before I actually fall sleep. He usually continues this game through the night, and the interrupted sleep makes me never want to leave my bed in the morning – ha! But how can I go back to sleep when my time with him might be so short? He is so alive. I cherish those bedtime acrobatics, the nighttime bathroom trips, and the mornings I lay there for a while just feeling him move. It’s a good tired that I won’t wish away.