62 Days to Go

(okay, I had a cute baby ticker, with baby turning in the womb and counting down the days, but it suddenly stopped working and I don't know anything about code, and what have you, to make it start working again. trust me, it was cute. sigh.)

Only 62 days left to go! That sort of sounds like a lot, but when you think about it, it's really not. I am really starting to feel pregnant, you know what I mean? The first two trimesters went really great, I mean, I felt really great. Which was wonderful because last time I was pregnant I was really miserable the whole time. So, it was a happy surprise to feel so good. But that was then and this is now. I am sooo tired. And I feel so big. I have varicose veins in my left leg that are getting worse and worse even with the compression panty-hose that I finally gave in and started wearing last week. I think one of the hardest things I have to do each day is crawl in and out of my van to buckle my 4 year old in. He just can't reach down to do it himself, and he's in the way back seat of my van, so I have to literally get in the car to do it. At least 6 times a day. That one is killing me.

I really shouldn't complain. I am healthy. The baby is healthy. There are people with real medical problems and other difficulties in pregnancy, so I just have no room to complain, but it's nice to unload a little. Keep us in your prayers!