How It's Going

I'm counting down the weeks until I don't have this baby inside me any longer.  It's going by SO slow, yet...so fast. 11 weeks and counting.  I think we're a little in denial that we're having a third one.  At least I am anyways.  There's no name picked out.  There's no crib set up.  There's no clothes ready for little babies to wear.  There's no 30 meals packed away in the freezer for after she comes.  I know I should get going on these things, but I don't seem to have the motivation to do it.  The one good thing is that I've been treasuring these last few months (you know, after I stopped puking and all that) more with this baby then with the other two because this very well might be it and I won't have to be pregnant ever again.  I can't say I'm going to miss a lot of the things that go along with pregnancy, but there are a few things--the kicking and the moving around--that remind me of what a miracle having a baby is.

J. had oral surgery on Friday. He had a tooth growing in the roof of his mouth, upside down that was putting pressure on his front teeth and causing them to misalign.  The surgery only lasted about 20 minutes, but they had to put him out for it.  It was really funny to watch him come out of it.  He was a really good trooper though and didn't cry at all.  Yesterday, when he woke up, his upper lip was really swollen.  He looked a little like a Simpson's character.  Wade took a picture to show him later on.  It was kind of funny, but we tried not to laugh at him.  He said he wasn't in any pain, so that's good.  Good thing we had it done on Friday because he wouldn't have been able to go to school looking like that.  We told him he could eat all the ice cream he wanted and he thought that was the greatest thing ever, but so far he hasn't wanted much. 

Saturday, I'm "running" (read: waddling) my last 5k before baby comes.  I've done this race every year since it started and I wasn't going to let no baby bump keep me from it this year.  I'll be pushing my niece's wheelchair so her parents can run it.  Last year, I raced my brother and lost by 15 seconds.  I attribute it to the fact that his legs are twice as long as mine (or so it seems) because two months later, I beat him in our next race by over 2 minutes.

A. is such a girly girl, I can only pray that her sister will be less so.  Wade took her to Princesses on Ice a few weeks ago.  She still talks about it.  He's a good dad because I said "uh-huh.  No way" when he called about getting tickets.  He says he was the only one there by himself with his daughter.  She dressed up as Brave because that's her favorite princess (it's the red hair) and she looked adorable.  One of these days, I'll upload all these pictures.  I can't believe how big she's getting.  She's playing video games and talking up a storm.  She turns me into a princess at least once a day.  Sometimes I'm a mermaid princess and can't use my feet.  Luckily, she has a magic necklace that allows me to have my feet back.  Who's kid is this?

We finally got our Christmas lights taken down...Thursday.  In our defense, it's been a really cold winter and the roof has been covered with snow until about 3 weeks ago...but still.  March 14?  I finally dragged the ladder out myself and started on them.  I had five separate people question whether I should be doing that in my condition, but no one came to offer assistance.  I only used the ladder to climb two rungs and then I just tugged them down after that.  Wade was in charge of the ones on the pitch lines on the roof.

There hasn't been much else going on.  There are some big things happening in the next few months though.  Arches, J's baptism, birthdays, babies.  It should get pretty good here in a few weeks.