31 Weeks

I suppose I'd better blog, since the countdown is ON! There is only 9 weeks to go. Can anyone say C-R-A-Z-Y?!? I've officially "popped" (as everyone says at work) and I am officially always exhausted. Who knew carrying around my little jellybean-turned-bowling-ball could get so big and heavy? But I gather he is supposed to do that.

The nursery is coming along nicely. Tim just finished putting up the crown molding under the shelf that goes all the way around the room. It's painted and ready to go. Just in time for my in-laws visiting, too! So, they'll get to see how much the nursery has progressed since they were here last. There still is work to do in there - don't let me fool you. We still have a family of squirrels to evacuate and a section of lower wall to have replastered. Not to mention the rewiring that needs to be done BEFORE baby. I wonder if my landlord realizes his time-table here. Maybe I ought to refresh his memory. (Do you think I am nesting or what?!?)

As far as my little man goes, he is kicking up a storm! I don't remember what life was like when I didn't feel him squirming around, kicking me in the spleen all the time. I also don't remember what it was like to sleep through the night. Boy, I sure did take that for granted. Now, I toss and turn and fluff and refluff my one hundred pillows. I am the "Princess and the Pea" story revisited with the "Pea" inside me! How is this princess ever to find comfort?!? I figure that this is preparation for what is to come, though. My body is preparing itself for dealing with a steady lack of sleep.

Speaking of my huge belly, it cracks me up to hug my hubby now. I have to lean forward to reach him! I took a bubble bath the other day and just marveled at how my belly stuck out of the water. It's bizarre enough to see someone you know with a pregnant belly, but it is insane seeing yourself with one!