Almost there. . .

This pregnancy has definetely been one of the most trying and complicated one yet, the pregnancy to END all pregnancies. I am embarking on my "final week", at least it had better be my final week, and I am more tired and sick than in the beginning. The doctor attributes this to stress and my stomach being so small that any food in it makes me feel worse. So I've taken to eating really really small meals. Example on Wednesday night supper was a piece of garlic bread and two chicken wings, and still afterwards I felt too full. The baby is still strong though so that is the main thing right?

I have lost three pounds this week, and am on my way to the hospital now for a stress test to make sure my blood-pressure is okay. It was elevated earlier this week and the doctor wants me to stay off my feet as much as possible. Well with three kids that is kind of hard.

Gil and I are completely stressed out about it all. He has been working non-stop(so it seems) on a server that kept crashing, staying up until three o'clock in the morning most nights and then getting up early with the kids. Now I'm even more useless in the house and I can see the stress and wear and tear of these past weeks eating at him. I haven't seen him so worn out since his father died and I am worried about him and if he will survive this transisition.

The kids are going crazy too. It's so hard for them, not understanding why Mom and Dad are so out of it and why then our tempers are shorter. We are less understanding and unfortunately they take the brunt. I think this will end up being a difficult transistion for everyone. However I am optomistic about the future because once this baby is born then I can finally be more hands on, and get myself healthy and feeling fit, and lavish love on all my children. I am excited about that about what I will be able to do with the kids, and what our life will look like. So off I go and hopefully everything will turn out to be fine.