My Week...in a nut shell

My days and weeks and hours for that matter are filled with moments that many people would not be proud of yet I am. With a 9 month pregnant body and baby I have learned to laugh at the little things....and cry at the little things. Ha ha ha I thought that you would enjoy how I make it through the day and my little triumphs that I overcome:)

1. After working 6.5 hours a day, do i come home and clean or make dinner? No I have taken to the habit of lying on the couch, of course changing positions ever 2 min to be comfortable, and watching my newly found favorite show "Say Yes to the Dress". I am a wreck...so sue me.

2. Much to Clayton's protest I have gotten used to and rather like the feeling of no makeup. I can rub my eyes whenever I want to:) Sadly this must end with the birth of our child. I need to have pride in my personal appearance. ha.

3. This is one that I am most proud of..... if I can make it through the day without laughing, coughing, sneezing and not peeing my pants at the same time that is a victory.

4. I tend to be rather emotional lately. I never thought I would get the pregnancy crazy gene well according to Clayton it is in full force. You can never really know what is going to come out, for me I find it rather exciting like a play. Clayton is not so excited.

5. I am quickly starting to grow out of my maternity clothes. HA HA HA Pretty soon I am not going to have anything to wear. Baby you better come soon.

6. In regards to #5 I have become prone to wearing the same thing every day when I get home from work. A nice pair of bright pink sweat pants with a dinosaur on them. Clayton hates them, I think he is embarrassed to be seen with me in public when I refuse to change for a Walmart run. What is wrong with my lovely pink sweats and a now skin tight white BYU hoodie? I think I just answered my own question.

7. I am always hungry. I think I have eaten us out of house and home. Every week when I go to the Doctor I am certain she is going to turn to me and give me the "obese talk". I know it is coming one of these days, I see the look she gives me when I get on the scale. judgment. and I thought the Doctors office was a judge free zone.

8. I think I might be in denial. I have packed the baby's hospital bag, yet for some reason I can't pack my own. I am really starting to believe that the baby is just going to show up one day, brought to me by a stork of course, and it will all be over. Then of course there are the times when I think about going to have a sit in at the hospital and refuse to leave until I have a baby. I am guessing this has something to do with #4.

9. Sleep? What exactly is sleep because I have yet to see you in the past nine months. The sad part is, is that once I am comfortable enough to sleep--presently--it is time for my nine thousandth trip to the bathroom. It is a vicious cycle. sleep, potty, eat, sleep, potty, eat. I have become the adult form of my soon to be born baby.

10. With everyone of these numbers and "issues" I have developed with having a baby and being pregnant I have become increasingly more and more grateful for my incredible husband. He is my everything. He takes care of me and loves me even though I have bladder control issues ha ha ha. He is the rock of my life and honestly I would never, could never do this with out him. He is the most amazing man and is the most amazing father. I love you baby cakes.

So all of you baby wishers, 2 trimesterers, and everyone in between this is what you have to look forward to. Honestly I would not change a thing. He is mine and I get to carry him for nine months and for forever. Sometimes you just need a little reminder;)

"Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle." Erma Bombeck, on life.