Trucking Along

35 weeks and 4 days.  But who's counting?

Um.  ME.  I feel it.  I feel large.  I feel akward.  I need to sit down.  Lots.  I try avoid bending over if at all possible.  But then again I have a 22 month-old so my efforts often prove in vain.  Thank heavens he still has a really good nap every afternoon.  It is becoming my salvation.  Oh wait.  I have two other children.  Those poor girls are probably feeling so neglected.  I really am not a fun mom lately.  I try, really I do.  But this wee one who likes to roll her wee little body all around inside my not-so-wee body is becoming pretty much all-consuming.  Did I really do this 3 times before? 

I think I can, I think I can....

I really need to blog about our past two weekends.  Weekend 1 we LOVED having Grandma and Grandpa Israelsen come down for a visit.  The time went entirely too fast.  As always we were sad to see them head home.  And I am incredibly ashamed to say I didn't take a single picture.  Not a one!  Pathetic.  Grandpa and Dad got a good start on the girls' fort out back.  Grandma spent a large majority of her time reading and playing games with two little girls who ate up every bit of her love and attention.  And I of course had someone help do dishes and let me take a beautiful nap. 

Weekend 2 we got to see Aunt Connie and Aunt Marlene while they spent some time down in St. George.  We love having family!  Seeing as though it's a good 4-5 hour trip, we feel pretty special when family stops in for a visit.

I am pretty certain there are other things I'm forgetting.  My brain is only semi-functional.  That's better than completely non-functional, right?  The cup is half full!  Just like the constant state of my bladder.

The Ranch Hand

A quick clip of Ty Man the Ranch Hand:

Complications

No, I'm not having complications with my pregnancy. Rather, pregnancy became the complication.

Let me explain.

I got the flu last Thursday. Yes, the flu. Horrible, nasty. Yucka from the top of my belly to the very bottom. So what happens when you have a baby in between it all? MISERY. Sheer misery. My stomach, I'm afraid, is stuck somewhere up in my ribs. Everything else is pushed way down down down to the other end. So when the top is smooshed and churning, and the bottom is smooshed and churning, the very last thing you want is for a baby to be in the middle to use it all as a punching bag. Oh, the horror. The only good thing about it was that it lasted less than 48 hours. Otherwise I'm quite sure I wouldn't be alive to even blog about it. Thank you THANK YOU my dear husband for taking yet another day off of work to take care of me. I never did blog about throwing my back out a few weeks ago.....I'm falling apart!

Well, I got everything all washed and cleaned and was looking forward to having a Sunday with my husband home for the WHOLE DAY. The whole day! No meetings! Sundays are one of our busiest days of the week, so it was a sweet little nugget of goodness I wanted to love every minute of. Just a nice Sunday to relax and enjoy General Conference together.

I was really looking forward to this.

That was until about 5:45 Sunday morning when my poor Jacob came down with the same bug. Oh for crying out loud! Is there no rest for the weary!

Nope.

Poor guy. It was merciless. At least by Sunday evening he was doing much better.

General Conference. Alone. With 3 kids. I deserve a medal. A gold medal. I even listened to it. And so did my girls! Do you know what that means? You should believe in angels, because I sure do.

And good riddance to last weekend. May I NEVER have the flu being complicated with pregnancy again.

Oh, and be VERY glad I have no pictures to post on this one.

He he he.