I know, I know, it has been almost a week since I posted last. But ladies and gentlemen, I am beat. This pregnancy has kicked me sorely in the pants. Last week here is good ole' MN it was well into the high ninties and with the heat index, hundreds. I. Almost. Died.
My life consisted of sitting in front on the fan in our air conditioned house and doing absolutely nothing. Our 4th was completely boring, I absolutely will not keep my kiddos up late, I relish their bedtimes. So we did a few ground fireworks in the evening, when the temperature was managable for me, and then sent those kiddos off to bed.
I have been working up the energy to clean the house. I even made a to-do list to which my hubby said "Oooo you're nesting." I promptly told him that nesting meant you had the energy to do the things you have on your list, I was just making a list.
But we are getting there slowly. I am up to 35 weeks now, however at the ultrasound the tech said he was measuring 5 days early and if that is the case, which I whole heartedly believe, then I will be 36 weeks on Friday. My doctor told me if I went into labor at 36 weeks, he wouldn't stop me. I have gigantically huge children so at 4 weeks early and my child would be likely be average size.
So here I sit, desperately wanting to do all the couponing and crafting I can with nil for energy. So don't be suprised if the posting in light until I can successfully bend over again!
I just read what I wrote and realized that I sound so whiney. I am really grateful to be a mommy again and I can't wait to add another precious soul to my family. To hug and kiss him and watch him grow up with his brothers. I just want my body back!