Remember All That Complaining I Did Recently?

All that whining (in person and in writing)- All those frustrations??? Remember those? Yeah, well- now you can forget them. I guess I have reached a second "honeymoon" in this pregnancy.

In the last week, my belly has grown quite a bit, but again my weight hasn't changed so I feel like my body looks pretty cute. But that is not why I want you to forget my complaints.

I want you to forget because now I am realizing how close I am to birth and further realizing that I am not ready. I came to this conclusion last night while trying to go to sleep. I am happy being pregnant again. Oh- AND My house is not ready- Damon is sick (AGAIN) as is Mina (AGAIN). I will let you guess who is being the bigger baby... Moving on- I have spent 3 of the last 4 weeks taking care of sick people, including myself. My house has gone to hell. Each morning I wake up with the intention of "getting it all done" and when night comes and I put Mina to sleep, I notice the complete lack of ANYTHING useful getting done. I am trying, instead to wake every morning and have 1 thing on my list instead of 12. Saturday it was to clean the front room , I did get that done, but it is already trashed again. Yesterday, my plan was to do laundry and clean the kitchen. Got about half of it done because Damon is sick. He and Mina took turns sobbing and throwing tantrums (maybe it was not THAT bad). It was bad enough that at the end of the night he apologized for not being much help. I'll take that. At least he knew he was being a pain.

ANYWAYS- I have cleaning and organizing to do, a couple of little girls coordinating dresses to finish sewing, a hospital bag, and a pseudo birthday party to plan for Mina. We also are planning to visit my mom's once before the baby is born- which gives me 3 more weekends give or take a weekend to get things done. ACK.

The baby's movements have become less like a mosh pit and more like stretching for ballet. One body part in the ribs, another down by the top of my hip. Thankfully, she did hear my request that she hang out on the opposite side of my belly from my pregnancy with Mina. This way I am stretched out equally. It is still very odd to look down and see one side of my belly bulging a bit more than the other but its cute to me and now I feel so much closer to this baby... As if getting past 32 weeks (which means something like a 90% survival rate) somehow has helped me to appreciate the baby and my body more. I am glad to be feeling better.

Today we are celebrating Damon's birthday- we are taking his bike to get fixed, I am making cake and steak. I have never been so glad that he loves red velvet cake. GROSS. At least I won't be tempted to eat it :)

After the celebrations, I hope I will at least be able to see the counters in my kitchen.