41 days, people!
Only one week left of August and then we are really in the last of the haul. As with running, I tend to drop long things into short "goals". For me, I've been focusing on birthstones in my mother's ring. I know that sounds a bit crazy, but it helps me work through the months. Right now, we are at peridot, which is Peter's birthstone (our stones start my ring); I already have one of those! And I have 2 sapphires (one each for Bobby and Maya), so I definitely don't need one of those! So, little Lucas, you, you have to give us at least 36 days, LOL. And, since I'm super busy with a Girl Scout meeting on the 1st, my last girls hurrah luncheon on the 3rd, an a GS Daisy meeting on the 4th, I'm thinking the 5th would still be the best bet. :) (If only babies listened to reason, right!)
Things are okay. The rash is clearing up. I'm tired and, especially with the humidity and heat we've been having, I've been contracting more (mostly BH but some real ones, too). Again with the humidity, my feet will start to swell by the end of the day, which sucks. Bending down is no longer convenient and getting comfortable... well, there's a pipe dream! Lucas is still awfully high, which makes eating a bit of a challenge because both sitting down and actually eating are just not compatible some moments. But, he's a mover and a shaker, and all in all, while I'm slowing down and just really exhausted all the time, it's still a good pregnancy.
I've been having some pretty crazy dreams. With the other kiddos, I had fairly "dirty" dreams; for the last two weeks, I've had the same delivery dream. Last night, I had a full blow, God-awful nightmare that had me sobbing and in a panic attack when I woke up. I'll probably blog it at some point, but I cant do it now. Just trying to explain it to Peter had me crying again and I couldn't get through it. It was horrific and took me a while upon waking to realize that it wasn't real. Needless to say, sleeping is getting more and more difficult.
I feel pretty darn lucky to have a husband with a job that is flexible enough that when I get blasted with little sleep and a migraine (like this morning), he can stay home to get the kids fed and dressed and then, doubly blessed, that my in-laws are five minutes away and that my MIL will come and be the doting grandma to kids who adore her for the morning so that I can just sleep said migraine off for a few hours. I give a lot of props to single parents and folks who live far from family and friends; mornings like these, I'm eternally grateful for these blessings in our lives.
But, all in all, it's still good. I still cant believe I only carried Michael for around 4 more weeks and then he was here, but I'm looking for my 2 extras! (Especially with Papa Francis here during that time!)
6 more weeks to go... We've totally got this! :)