Nine More Weeks. . .

Well there's good news and bad news, the good news is that in only nine weeks my baby boy will be here. I wonder if he will be a small or a big baby, it's hard to tell by looking at me, but I think he will be big. The bad news is that there is nine weeks left to this horrendous pregnancy that has drained me of all energy, and is daily sapping my good-will and fun nature (I'm sure that Gil and Rose would argue that it sapped my good-will a long long time ago). Everyday doing the smallest of tasks feels like climbing Mount Everest, and already my breathing is laboured and shallow and I wonder how if I'm like this now I will ever make it nine more weeks.

Good news is that in only nine weeks I will hopefully have some energy back and can start back to being my old self, excercising and getting my body the way I want it. The bad news is that I have only nine weeks left to organize this house and get it ready for that bundle of joy. I really do hope he is a bundle of joy and not a crabby baby, my pessimistic nature makes me think the worst, but I really need to stop thinking that way.

Overall I would say it's more good news than bad. I am extremely elated and excited at the thought of meeting my son, of having our family complete and feeling better so that I can enjoy everything and everyone around me. I plan to drink in this baby phase as it will be the last one I have. I plan to enjoy even the hard moments that babies enivitably bring. In some ways I know I was born to be a mother, everything about my children delights me even the hard times, and I find this amusing because when I was younger children scared me. Now however I wouldn't trade my children for all the money in the world. God has graciously granted me three beautiful angel girls, all are beautiful inside and out, and I can't wait to see what he has in store for me next.