A Waiting Game...

Well, I'm 39 weeks now and just waiting on this boy of mine! Every day I try my best to get things back in order around here with two little ones running around destroying all of my efforts. I feel like I'm the only woman who has been pregnant for the third time and had to wait this long. I know it is a good thing to keep this little one baking but I'm exhausted.

I've missed out on 9-10 months of jumping on the trampoline with my little girl and rolling around with my little boy. I'm so tired of saying, "watch out for mommy's belly!" Landon will ask me to play football with him and when I tell him that I can't he says, "Your baby won't fall out." Hmmm...I guess I've used that excuse to him before, ooops.

I can't seem to keep Landon and Anderson's room clean no matter what. I get it all "baby" ready and then of course my two year old little boy wants to play with his toys and the room is a mess again. Would it be wrong to put caution tape on his door?

I've almost got all of my jobs complete...I have one newborn session to finish and half of a wedding. Both of these need to be done before this Wednesday as it is my last doctors appointment. I just can't seem to find the time. I feel awful every time I have to tell the kids that "mommy is working", or "mommy has to clean this right now". I keep thinking it won't be so bad anymore once I'm done working and the baby is out and my body is mine again. It takes so much energy to mop the kitchen floor ya know?

Last night I thought if I found something to "nest" over then maybe the baby would come, yeah, I'm getting desperate. So I took all of my maternity clothes down from the closet and used the hangers to hang my stuff up from last year, thinking with each new shirt or pant that I really hope something fits out of all of this. But...no baby.

Every night I go to bed thinking tonight is going to be the night I go into labor...and every morning I wake up thinking, today is going to be the day I go into labor. I'm beginning to think that I'm going to raise this baby within, and when he's thirty he'll come walking out saying, "Whats up mom?"

Okay, enough with my venting, thanks for listening, this made me feel slightly better and has now given me the motivation to brush my teeth and blow dry my hair :)