Had my dr’s appointment yesterday. In short, I am still high, long, and closed. If you don’t know what that means, be thankful that I withheld on more info. It means, quite simply, I’m as physically ready to have this baby as I was oh, say, five months ago! If you do, pray. I’m 37&1/2 wks., and yes, I’m starting to wish it were over. The Braxton Hicks seemed to slow down the past couple of weeks, but boy oh boy were they back in full force last night. And Baby decided to add to the fun by moving in ways that seem to be tearing my insides to shreds. It hurt, ok?

Anyway, today I’m still working away at my freezer list, and avoiding the other stuff. It’s so difficult just to bend over that I just about cry when I think about trying to do the laundry, or pick up toys, or whatever needs to be done. I went out to a homeschool meeting last night, and when I got home, my beloved had cleaned the upstairs for me. What a blessing! It’s such a joy to wake up to a clean kitching/living/dining room. Thanks, Sweetie!

It’s one o’clock, and I’m trying to muster up what I need to either get the laundry upstairs to fold, or work on our bedroom a bit more, or bake. I still have one batch of casseroles to do, but I think that will wait until tomorrow morning, and I also wanted to get some muffins and cookies in the freezer.

But since it’s one o’clock, I think what I’ll do instead is get Ellie down for her nap, ban the boys to the basement, and lay down. Yes, that seems like the most reasonable action right now, don’t you think?