37 weeks

Tomorrow is the day that Baby Girl is no longer considered a preemie when she's born.  I'm guessing she is at least 7.5 pounds right now and not preemie status anyway, but dates make the rules, not the fact that I am probably growing a little giant.

Despite my Gigantica state (and my sad little hairdo for the day), I've had a productive week.  I am so crazy tired, so much pep talking is involved, but Monday I was able to paint Judy's closet for a project Hubs is doing and I also got laundry done AND I did a massive kids' clothes sort, which I know all you moms of many out there can appreciate the mundaneness of that task.  It is so funny because in fall my kids were short on clothes and now they have a few too many (at least for them to keep cleaned up instead of strewn everywhere and then thrown (clean or dirty) into the laundry for me to wash yet again).

Today, (oh yes, I know this gets more and more exciting), I thoroughly cleaned the upstairs bathrooms, swept and hand scrubbed all the non carpeted areas of the house except the laundry room.  Sure, it sounds like nesting, but really it is me trying to make the house look decent before anyone comes around and also trying to occupy my time and feel useful while my head is just day dreaming and night dreaming about how childbirth will be, what Baby will look like, etc.  Um, yep, I get a little preoccupied.  SQUIRREL!  (think UP)

Oh, and miracle of miracles, I walked Enzo today to go pick up Judy Moody and Dragon Master, after getting some expert psychological advice from watching The Dog Whisperer.  Oy, Netflix.  It was a lot of work being patient and positive, but I think it was productive...after he stopped trying to choke himself for the first 2 blocks.  Walk proud pretty pup, walk proud, not with your head to the ground.

Now LOOK at those 2 pictures.  LOOK!!!!  Tell me that at 37 weeks with Baby Girl I don't look way huger than at 40+1 with Hulk.  What cruel joke is this?  I weigh the sameish, maybe even a couple pounds less and I'm ginormous.  People say, "You carry each one differently," but in the words of Grover, "Oh, I am so scared!"  I just must tell myself this is what I got these hips for.  They don't do a whole lot of good otherwise, at least not for aesthetics...at least not in America.

Hehe, in the first pic I love my camera hand, speaking of ginormous.  It's all about perspective, right?

It is so nice even though this is #5 to feel loved.  Ja's package yesterday was so awesome, and then I got this today:

It's a sweet little card/note from my oh so amazing college friend/suite mate (we shared a suite but all got our own rooms, thus suite mates and not roommates), Melissa, wishing me well with baby and a Happy New Year, etc.  It is good to feel loved, especially when you feel a bit blimpie/exhausted/excited/frenetic most of the time.

Press Forward Saints, and Preggos!