Well, friends. I'm 38 weeks pregnant and I'm going to write down all the happy things in my life lately. Because being happy is better than being impatient and uncomfortable.
So please allow this post to transport me from my Braxton Hicks and waddling to focus on all of the good. Good things now, and good things to come!1. Everyone says this girl looks just like me, and I love it. I mean, I know she really looks more like her Grammie and her great aunt Jan, but that's okay. Most people don't!
2. Sometimes, my kids are super helpful.
3. Sometimes, delaying bedtime for fun and games is fun. Sometimes...
4. I'm never cold anymore. For someone who's always cold, this is one of the perks of late pregnancy: I'm a freaking oven.
5. I have this daughter who brings joy everywhere she goes and defies gender stereotypes. Who needs pants?! If she's wearing them, she insists they go on backward. And often, I just let it go...
6. Sisters. Is there anything better than having sisters?! I love my sisters. These sisters love each other, and I'm so thankful that we're adding another to the mix!
7. I knit this awesome blanket for the new baby. It's (almost) my 4th completed knitting project ever. Ever = in the last calendar year. Since that's when YouTube and I teamed up for one great big learn-a-thon and I became a senior citizen who knits. But I dig it and it's awesome.
8. Hugs from my children.
9. My husband. Pictured below, he's teaching our little ones a lesson for Family Home Evening. That particular night I had thrown up all my dinner and the dehydration had caused a series of back contractions that were miserable. He did everything I couldn't cheerfully, without being asked or complaining.
10. My daughters' daddy. He took Verity to her first symphony and she loved the music and learning about all the instruments.
11. We care about beautiful art and music in this family.
12. I had my first ice cream in months a couple weeks ago. I had to take like 3 or 4 lactaid pills to keep from getting sick and miserable, but it was worth it. Oh, man. The creaminess was amazing!! There's simply no substitute for real dairy ice cream.
13. I need a better brag photo of the quilt I made for Verity. She's thrilled to have such a big quilt on her big bed and be so much bigger than Libby. The day Libby gets taller than her is going to be a sad day, indeed.
14. I like doing my girls hair in cute little pigtails and braids.
15. We got chickens. 8 hens, to be exact. Because I don't think the local government gets to tell me I can only have 5-6. If I'm going to raise poultry, I want enough so I don't have to buy eggs at the supermarket. The government can get out of my backyard. Because really, it's a stupid law and no one freaking cares anyway. In a few months, we'll have fresh eggs every day. And we got a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. It's named Delicious.
16. Of all the things to swell in late pregnancy, for some reason it's my lips. My lips have gotten enormous, and I'm totally okay with that because it's kind of sexy and let's face it... it could be my nose or ankles! If only I were the lipstick wearing type..
17. Summertime is on its way!
Happy things I'm looking forward to in the coming weeks:
1. Breathing through my nose
2. No more contractions
3. Dropping 25+ lbs super fast
4. Rolling over easily in bed
6. Cuteness overload-- beyond what's pictured above
7. So long, sciatica!
8. (hopefully) pounding a little less food each day
9. the swim park opening
10. sitting down comfortably
11. sitting without a heating pad on my lower back
12. having my sweet baby out of my body and in my arms
13. my two cute girls meeting their new sister
14. feeling like myself again
Okay, so some of those things are wishful, but I'm gonna be optimistic about it. We're in the home stretch. I have some awesome friends who've given up their time to help me deep clean our downstairs (which we haven't been living in at all these past 9 months) and get ready for the baby-- since I have almost no energy these days and Braxton Hicks contractions knock me down almost as soon as I get moving (I'm lame. Prodomal labor is lame).
Even after all these months of pregnancy, I think when labor really does start I'm still going to be a little in shock. Like, "wait, what? baby?! NOW?!?!"
I have a birthing tub in my living room, waiting to be set up. It's getting real. It's going to happen. And it's going to be awesome.