WOW

OK, I know I'm way slow with this post. And I know there's probably a lot that I should say at this point. But in the haze of sleepless nights, my brain isn't working well enough to think of a single one of them. So, all I can say about the past 2 weeks is "Wow." He's here, he's perfect, and I'm exhausted. I'll catch up with everyone later, I promise.

Counting Down

I've got just under 4 weeks until my due date. That means it could be anywhere from 2-6 weeks more. I'm hoping for the 2. So, I figured it was time for another belly pic. This may be the last one I post--since I'm not loving how huge I look and feel. And since I'm struggling to just survive these last few days. So, here it is folks:

Another Belly Pic

So, here's the latest belly pic, courtesy of my good friend AmyO. I was out to dinner with some girlfriends--and had the best time! I'm now only 7 and 1/2 weeks from my due date. Yes, I still have some time to get even bigger--if you can believe it. I've started growing out of my maternity clothes. Which means I'll probably be down to 1 or 2 outfits by the time this little guy gets here.

I had some very helpful friends point out that, with all the drama of last fall, by the time this baby gets here, I'll have been pregnant for a year. Yep. A full year of pregnancy. Unfortunately, I had already realized that. I'm so ready to be done. But at least this pic is prettier than the last one. Thanks Amy!

NOT TRUE!

I've heard it said that "Silence is Golden". Yeah, right. At my house, silence means this is happening:

Now I need to go clean a windowsill and Munchkin while I try not to cry. So much for my complete success of a day.

Success

We are back from Stake Conference. I nearly didn't go--the thought of wrangling 2 kids by myself for 2 hours at church did not sound enticing. But we got dressed, packed snacks, and went. And we survived! We stayed the full 2 hours. The kids were remarkably good. Which means I didn't want to shake them until the last 20 minutes. I couldn't believe it! I didn't really hear much of the meeting, and I don't feel like I got much spiritual nourishment for myself. But I went where I was supposed to go--and I have to believe that I'll be blessed for that. And I'm teaching the kids that we go to church even when it's hard. That has to count for a few gold stars in heaven, right?

Now if I can just get my energy back up and get a few dishes done, I'll consider the day a complete and total success.

Epiphany

I realized something about myself after I took Zippy to school this morning:

I am a mini-van-owning, carpool-driving, soccer mom. I live in the suburbs; and I have 2.5 kids and a dog.

Seriously, people. I AM the statistic. Freaky.

Now I just have to decide if I'm going to emrace my normalcy or if I need an emergency trip to my hairdresser to dye my hair pink.

I'm so not this grown up.

School Days

Zippy has started Kindergarten. He started last Thursday. I truly expected to cry, and I was a little, tiny bit sad on my way home from taking him. But no tears. None. He didn't cry either. I think we're both REALLY ready for him to be in school. He's so curious and energetic--which translates into constant questions and talking. He's ready for new information, new friends, and someone new to ask questions of. And I'm ready for a break.


Here's Munchkin and Zippy just before we left for school. Munchkin was a big help keeping her brother excited and not nervous.

Zippy in all his Kindergarten-age glory.

I was a little afraid that Munchkin would throw a fit about not being able to stay at school with Zippy. But she was actually just fine. I think she likes being Mommy's Big Helper. I'm so proud of my little guy for being so ready for school. Not a single tear or whine or problem! Go Zippy!