It's the end...

You know it's getting to be the end of pregnancy when:

*The IKEA people think it's a good idea to take your CART full of really necessary items that you spent the last hour RUNNING all over IKEA to grab, AWAY.  EVEN though your cart is hanging out in the CART parking lot-which states, "IKEA people will not touch your cart for 2 hours.  After 2 hours your stuff will get put back."  I seriously almost fell into a puddle on the ground.  I wanted to holler and CRY, and ohhhhh I wanted to find that person that PUT MY DARN CANDLES AWAY. 

*Last night I was on an organzing kick.  Put this away, put that away, clean up this, hang that, update this, etc.  I was doing laundry, while talking to Russ- and hear AJ laughing.  Russ goes to look and he took 1/2 of my clothes, that were nicely folded on the shelves, and PUT them all on the floor in the bathroom.  Russ was laughing, AJ was thinking he was pretty hilarious.  I simply turned around, and went into Ryker's room to lay on the bed.  I wanted to cry.  My emotions were insane-angry, sadness, PURE exhaustion (is that an emotion? it felt like one).  I knew that I was thinking about this in a really silly way, but I couldn't help it and knew I need to breathe and realize that this was not a big deal.  But FOLDED.  LAUNDRY.  IN PILES for TANKS, SHIRTS, LONG-SLEEVES.  Oh Aj...someday you'll see....don't mess with a nesting Momma!

I'm really a pretty even-keel pregnant person.  But I'm slipping.  I'm more tired-and feel like I have alot of things that need to be tided up.  It's almost like I'm living like today could be my last day before the baby.  So at work I have to finish up my paperwork, and make sure I see that student just in case, and GET all the reports turned in, hurry! You never know.  And then I get home and I got to make sure those dishes get done, and that laundry stays put away, and MY BIRTH stuff.  I need to have it PREPARED.  Just in case, just in case, just in case.

And for real, this baby is realistically not going to be on-time.  Heck, this baby isn't going to be a day late.  If I know my kids, this baby is going to take some time.  So I got time.  I really do.  AND even if I don't.  THE WORLD will continue to spin.  So until then deep breaths, time-outs if necessary, and really try to enjoy my boys before another one slips into the mix-those are my lessons and goals.

Love,
Momma