photo taken by Loriloo when I was just 17 weeks along. And to think... I thought I was huge then.
When John told me he heard Dr. Dobson interview Dr. Laura on Focus On The Family yesterday, I knew instantly that it was going to be riveting.
Though I rarely listen to her show anymore, I have always been amused and somewhat fascinated by her blunt, sometimes brutal, advice.
So last night, when John replayed the interview for me via podcast, I was all ears. I seriously hung onto every single word. And when John was being a bit too noisy in the background, I made him rewind on 2 separate occasions, because I missed the all important words "and" or "the".
Dobson kicked off the interview by commenting on how Dr. Laura did not even want kids until she was 35 years old. She had believed the feminist movement that had deemed husbands and kids as "barriers". So she got a PhD in physiology and other degrees from USC.
But she felt "empty".
At this point of the interview she is close to tears as she reminisces on how "she almost missed it".
Almost missed having a child. All in the name of feminism.
This was a very uncharacteristic side, that is rarely seen on her show. Her brazen and bold mannerisms practically define her. Yet here she is, on Focus on the Family, all choked up talking about the pride and joy of her life, her son Derrick.
And near the latter part of the interview, she comments on how frequently she is asked by students and understudies, "Why do you always open your show with 'I am my kid's mom' when you have so many more prestigious degrees?"
And her simple reply, "because it's the most important job I've ever done in my life". And there she is crying again.
Causing Dr. Dobson to confess that he cried for 3 days when his youngest went to college. It was truly one of the sweetest interviews I have ever heard.
I may not agree with everything Dr. Laura says, but I agree 100% that being a mom is the most important job I've ever had as well.
Even though tonight was HARD. And I was juggling just to survive.
Lorie named this shot "juggling".
John was in bed with a migraine.
I was deliriously exhausted from napping too long.
The boys were simultaneously wild and cranky.
Nobody liked my supper, except Ollie.
There was crying and fussing and ridiculous demands.
At one point I thought I was going to pull my hair out.
Not to mention all the braxton-hicks and tightening.
And there is no job I'd rather have.
John took this photo of us Sunday night. We all look atrocious, but I was so stinkin' happy with all of my boys sitting with me that I just had to document.