Sunday, September 18, 2011

I can't think of a clever title.

I've hit a wall.  Six weeks to go and I feel like I've been hit by a truck.  After all my abounding energy despite this pregnancy, I guess it was bound to happen sometime.  I just wish it could've lasted a bit longer....I still have a lot to do!  I just barely survived finishing the baby's quilt yesterday, and got NOTHING else done because of it.  I really shouldn't complain.  This final pregnancy has been surprisingly my best and I'm so grateful for that.  It just stinks because now I'm back to feeling like I did  throughout every other pregnancy--BLECH!  I was told today that I look like I'm going to pop, which is kind of a compliment, considering I usually look pretty squishy all the way up until delivery, thanks to all my extra food storage. ;)

I go in tomorrow for substitute training at the kids' school.  Clearly, I didn't anticipate feeling crappy again, or I may have postponed my subbing until after the baby is born.  Oh well.  Nice thing about subbing is that I can always say no, right?  We decided this would be a great way to bring in some much needed income when Mike's work is slow, like it has been lately.  We've looked and looked for decent jobs for him, but the construction world is not the same as it was when he graduated 6 years ago, and we've been mulling over the idea of a new career path for him.  He's been fasting all day for some direction, so we're praying a pathway somewhere opens up, whether it's a new job or a new career.  I don't mind helping out in the meantime.  I've toyed with the idea of getting my teaching certificate anyway.  I just wish my contribution could come when I didn't have a newborn to feed and snuggle at home.  That part makes me really sad.  Yes, she and Dixon will be home with Daddy and not a sitter, know what I mean.

So, thank you, Maggie, for making dinner tonight while I laid in bed feeling like I didn't want to get out until sometime after Christmas.  I have a feeling it won't be an everyday occurrence. Bummer.


julie said...

Pllleeeassse let me know if you need annything!! Love ya!

Marcie said...

Hang in there! I love that your daughter made you dinner. Jake used to make us PBJ's when I was pregnant with Leah and Brian wasn't home. Nothing tasted so good. :)