Contents under pressure

I feel HUGE! And I know that's horrible, because everyone keeps saying how small I am, but this little tyrant is growing in there, because I feel like I'm going to burst, and not in that good, downward-motion, labour-ready way... I just feel like I'm about to split at the seams. At any moment!

Today I somehow managed to grocery shop, put in/switch three loads of laundry, and drive hither and thither, again and again AND I arranged my storage room and closet downstairs. Thank God I rethought my original plan to empty the medium-height but definitely sturdy cabinet and move it into the corner... I think that would have been a bad, bad plan.

Heave.... Pop!

:P Asher is very active. I'm very tired. Micah is very active. I'm very tired. Thank God Rosie is a little more chill, and that I was lent Micah's idol to entertain him for a good part of the afternoon... "My Yanna!!" may well be his favorite person in the world right now. She keeps charming him, and today they kissed in the shopping cart... it was too cute. I'm losing my little boy already! Good thing I like her family ;) I wonder when he'll realize that's she's 16 months older than him, and if that will ever matter...

Anyway, now that I truly feel hit with pregnancy, FINALLY some might say, it's not just the stretched-to-the-limit, exhausted and sore feeling, it's also cravings. Last night I had some leftover stir-fry veggies at a friend's house, and I luxuriated in them! I ate them cold from the fridge (not unusual for me) and I finished off all of them, which must have been about 4 or 5 servings.... strangest thing was there was pizza in the fridge and I had no interest whatsoever. All I wanted were those veggies, and they were delicious.

Of course, I enjoyed the cheesecake afterwards very much as well... but man, VEGGIES! And then I ate the cheesecake really quickly, which is so not like me. I'm laughing how pregnant I am right now, and it's so close to the end! Two weeks yesterday. Nuts!

I'm excited for it to be over, and I'm relishing every kick and alien-esque undulation (except the ones that make me gasp in pain, not sure what he catches exactly, but sometimes it really hurts!) and I'm still kinda thinking that the 8th would be perfect, fitting in with Rosie's Nov. 18 and Micah's March 28. Two days isn't too long to wait after a due date, and it would just match so well. I know he'll fit in no matter what though, this baby was made just for us. <3 and="" br="" cuddle="" get="" him="" i="" m="" soon="" the="" thrilled="" to="" toes="">