As I type this... Lincoln is sitting behind me enjoying a strawberry yogurt. That means that I have to type quickly and look over my shoulder every 5 seconds. For some reason yogurt in this house turns to finger paint in the blink of an eye. At least it's not ketchup. Strawberry yogurt isn't so bad to clean up but ketchup makes me want to puke.
Anyway. 34 weeks. Family baby shower this Saturday. It seemed so far away and now... it's right around the corner. What is it about a 3rd baby that you don't seem to have to wait. The time FLIES. With Nolan and Lincoln time seemed to stand still. I was due around the same time with Nolan and the holidays did not keep my occupied enough to take my mind off my due date. This time I feel like it's creeping up so quickly and I have so much to do! I have been washing baby clothes every chance I get. I had bags and bags of clothes in the garage. It makes me smile tearing those trash bags open and finding little outfits that Lincoln used to wear. I gave them away thinking I would never need them or see them again. Who knew? They all ended up handed back down to Dylan. :) I had a baby in the beginning of 2009 and here I am about to have another little baby at the end of 2010! WOW.
I can't wait to meet this little baby. They are so much more fun on the outside than in my tummy. I am so over being pregnant! I can't sleep and now that Dylan's head in down I am rushing off to the bathroom every 5 minutes. I have still been having a lot of contractions. Some days Labor and Delivery will have me double up my meds to get the contractions to stop. It seems to be working. I hate how the medicine makes me feel. It's amazing that a pill that makes you shaky and makes your heart pound out of your chest can actually relax your uterus. So I get to sit there feeling like I drank 20 Redbulls and try to relax. HA... and that is hard when all you want to do is nest! I know I should be relaxing but I have such an urge to get everything in order before Dylan is here. I guess it really doesn't matter. He's not going to care if all the door frames in the house have been scrubbed. I am getting tired again. Not as tired as I was in the beginning of pregnancy. Just tired I think from carrying all this extra weight. Everything is achy and hurts. I was watching the boys wrestle around and was envious at how quickly they get around. I can't move fast or I will get a shock of sciatic shooting down my butt and leg. I can't wait until the baby is out and that nerve will stop doing that! Rolling over in bed is getting fun too... It's like a whole production of pillow arranging to find a comfortable position (and as soon as I'm comfortable it's time to pee). I swear I should be hired to speak to groups of young girls about "the joys of pregnancy". I would have them all so scared! LOL
Anyway it's almost over. Poor Taylor has to deal with me fine one second and then crying the next because of a million reasons I seem to think are worth crying over... I feel like I can't breathe because Dylan moved and was squishing my air out, I can't find the remote, My feet hurt, I'm having a bad hair day... who knows why I just cry sometimes lately and I know what I am doing but can't stop myself! ha.. I wish I could video tape myself. I am sure that would be fun to watch. :)
Okay that's enough of me complaining. The good news is that Lincoln ate his yogurt without smearing it all over the entire kitchen. :)
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