At my appointment, I was completely looking forward to having a small number on the scale because I thought that I had been so good. Obviously not. :) 5 lbs. in two weeks. Eli's heartbeat was 135 and I am measuring at 37 weeks. This measuring ahead business, kind of knocks me for a loop because with both of my girls I measured right on. And I either read way too much into it, thinking I am going to have a large baby, or that maybe he will be born early. I am driving myself crazy. The one thing I am looking forward to is that from now on my appointments will be a week apart as or March 9th.
I don't remember being so tired with my girls. Once they are in bed I either crash in the love sac or fall asleep on my bed while reading, and then I wake up wondering how I fell asleep and how long have I been like this. I am also feeling like my patience is short.
Last week when traffic was really horrible, Jed didn't think he would get home until well after 7 p.m. So we had dinner and played Hi-ho Cherry-o. Then we got settled in for bedtime routine, but the girls weren't cooperating. By the time I had asked them to get their pajamas Emma had successfully dumped out the 16 set of Dominoes which equals 252 dominoes that required picking up. Ruby offered to help while she was getting her pj's on, and while we were doing that Emma found the other set of Dominoes that we use for eye therapy and dumped them and then proceeded to bend the arm on Ruby's glasses. I got more upset than I should have. I was at my wit's end and went into my roomed and curled up on the floor on Jed's side of the bed so I could have a minute alone and started to cry. Ruby and Emma found me and the floor and Ruby stroked my hair and said "Mommy, are you crying because you weren't very nice to us?" That made me feel even worse, and they proceeded to say things like: "Don't cry, it's ok." "We love you, mommy>" "Don't be sad." I guess what I am getting at is that I think I am starting to understand slowly what the scriptures mean about becoming like a little child. Even after I got mad at them, they were concerned about me and wanted to make sure I was ok, even though I was the one who lost my temper. I am grateful for their forgiving spirits, and their love. I am also glad that Jed frequently tells me that I am beautiful, because more often than not, I feel so huge and awkward.
Jed got the crib set up on Saturday, and I am starting to feel like we have all of our ducks in a row. We are moving our dresser downstairs to Ruby's room tonight so that Eli and Emma can share the dresser upstairs, and to make room for our little purchase that is being delivered tomorrow. I can't wait!
I feel like 6 weeks is such a long time, but I know that as I look back on it, it will have gone so quickly and I will wonder where the time went. Life is like that most of the time I think.
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