33 Weeks & Stuff

**(Stupid) Blogger won't let me add pictures, so I'll try again later.


So my plan of blogging every day (or almost every day) this summer hasn't exactly happened, has it? Thankfully, I have kept up with the little daily journal that I started for us. I had hoped to get the girls a little more involved, so maybe that will happen soon. Basically, I took a package of hole punched Real Simple oversized note cards, and put a big ring through them. Every day I write what we did that day, to keep a log. I've always loved looking back on projects like this, and I know I will treasure this project so much, being that it is a representation of what our lives look like in these last few weeks of being a family of 4. We're almost a family of 5!



I'm officially 33 weeks, as of yesterday. I feel so close! Call me crazy, and I could be wrong, but I've felt for a very long time now that I will end up having this little miss mid July. My due date is August 9, but I don't see that happening. :)

I swore that once I finally got pregnant I would never complain. Well, that hasn't happened. I'm extremely, extremely grateful to be pregnant. I love being pregnant. But this has been THE most uncomfortable pregnancy ever. And it's starting to weigh on me (literally). Thankfully, my saving grace has been the pool. We've been swimming almost every single day for the last few weeks. And by swimming, I mean that I just wade around, and often sit in a plastic chair in the pool. :)  But it helps to relieve the discomfort, and I am ALL for that.

We've been having a great summer so far. The one thing that I'm not liking is that we're slowly shifting our sleeping schedules. Staying up too late, and sleeping in too late. It's currently 10:42 and the girls are both still sleeping. I've been up since 8:00. I actually woke up at 7 something, and fell back to sleep a bit.

It's just getting so hot here, I need to be up early to get anything done. It's currently 91 degrees, and the high today will be 106. Ya.

I still have a long list of projects to get done:

• Paint Saylor's new headboard/footboard (it's a sleigh bed and SO pretty)
• Install fans in the bathrooms (my cousin is doing that today)
• Turn Saylor's toddler bed back into a crib for the baby
• Put in laminate in living room & hallway, new carpet in the bedrooms (this will happen next month  when my father in law & installer can come down--he owns a carpet business)
• Paint master bath
• Finish organizing the girls' room
• Paint the girls' dresser (it's currently mint green with lots of "artwork")
• Buy the carseat

I'm sure there's lots more that I'm forgetting, but those are the main things that come to mind. We're still trying to rearrange and make room for a new family member in this tiny home. Isn't it amazing that such a little person will need so much space?? Oh, the baby gear. :)

I bought her swing off of Craigslist a few weeks ago. It is SO cute, and I kind of got to know the girl I bought it from since I'd bought a lot of stuff at her yard sale a few weeks before that.


My birthday was on Monday, and it was seriously a great birthday. I've officially reached that age where you say, "Another birthday? Really? Do I have to?"  But, can I just tell you, that if for no other reason to have a Facebook, it is worth it to have one for the birthday perks. By 8 am, I had like 40+ messages! Throughout the day, I had over 100, plus all of the regular phone calls, texts and emails from friends. I feel SO loved! I mean, really.

Last night I ended up in the Labor & Delivery triage. (Everything is fine) I'd been having sharp, shooting pains since Monday evening. I thought it was from laughing so much at dinner with Tahner & our good friends/cousins at dinner. And then my cousin & I walked down the mall a little after that. But again yesterday afternoon/evening, I was having lots of sharp shooting pains, coupled with small random bouts of nausea. I didn't do too much yesterday, and while we went swimming, I came home to rest and had been on the couch from basically 5:30 to 10:00. I decided to call, and the lady on exchange was certain that my doctor would send me in. Matter of fact, these are her exact words: "Umm, I'm pretty sure that he's going to send you to the hospital. I'll page him and have him call you right away. You may be in for a fun night!"  SO, sure enough. My doctor (yes, personally) called me back less than 2 minutes later. He wanted me to go in to be checked. After an overly dramatic admittance (ER since it was after hours, wheelchair since I looked worse off than I was from walking all over creation and being redirected three times, and having to go to the actual Labor & Delivery)...everything was fine. As soon as I was in the bed for a few minutes, I didn't feel any pain really. Well, other than the fact that I could barely breathe since she had me laying flat. I have breathing problems lately, and feel like I'm going to hyperventilate.
Apparently the baby must be positioned just right so that it causes all these sharp pains and pressure. My doctor did tell me last time that the only thing that was going to bring me any relief was to just have the baby. Thanks, and in the meantime? I guess I just grin & bear it.

And "swim". A lot.

♥ Amber