Belly Overload

Whew. I get winded doing the littlest things. I'm feeling huge. Not uncomfortable really, just very pregnant. Someone in the mall today whispered to their shopping partner, "That poor girl, trying to get her shopping done." Poor because I am pregnant and the people at the mall today were pyscho? Or poor because of my sheer size? I didn't stop to ask.

Mom came and got Amelia last night so that I could get some things done and have a full, uninterrupted night of sleep. Ahhh. And, Amelia has been begging to go to Gammy and Gampy's house since the last time we were there. Anyway, I got presents wrapped, laundry done, every single Christmas card done, Ross's secret santa gifts wrapped, and the list goes on--finished up at one a.m. Yes, I was very proud of myself and woke up feeling like this.
I promised myself I wouldn't talk about it, but Ross is on that rotation again--you know, the one that makes me go insane in the membrane? So, it has been me doing everything. But, I am handling it much better this month because I am such a good wife. Or, um, because God has given me a healthy dose of grace. We've still had words about his schedule--actually, I have had words and he sits and smiles--but one week left plus a weekend call and we've made it out alive.

Buzzy Bee continues to love the tree and the advent calendar and the presents and the nativity scene and all that is Christmas. And, it is just the most precious thing.

Hmm, anything under there for me?



Very proud of the wreath she made.

I had a doctor's appointment this morning and all checked out well. You know the time is near when you are going every week. My O.B. gave me the idea of having a present or two for Amelia from Elise after she arrives. I think Amelia will eat this up and it was a really good idea. Of course I almost cried at the fact that my doctor took the time to suggest it and listen to my worries of Amelia adjusting. Cry. Baby.


Nineteen Days Left :)


After the doctor, the mall, lunch, and Wal-Mart, I am feeling pooped. Definitely not in the muscle woman pose from earlier. In my pajamas, ready for bed, and it is five. I better get a little kick in my step because Mom and Dad are bringing my Amelia Claire home. One night away was plenty and I miss her. Later gators.