are we there yet?

Can I please be finished with this pregnancy? Please? I still have at least 4 weeks. The doctor told me again today that I am measuring big, but after feeling all over my belly and "measuring" the baby, he says she seems to be right on and I must have extra fluid. Extra fluid next time means that he would be willing to induce me a week early. YAY for that. :)

First of all, let me express how grateful I am that I am actually able to get pregnant, to have babies. I realize there are so many who can't, or who struggle with it. I have been blessed not to have to. That being said though, here is why I am tired. I'M TIRED. Exhausted. I have not been exercising this time around. When I was first pregnant, or thought I may be, I was so, so worried about losing the baby, that I stopped running. Actually, I stopped walking. I stopped everything. I don't think that was smart. I had been doing so great with my running and being fit...for years. I think it would have helped me significantly with this pregnancy. I gasp for air when I walk up the stairs. I even get winded bending over to pick up toys. SO, I point to stuff and have my kids do it. I have a REALLY hard time not bending over to tidy up. It's what I do...all day. It hurts now.

Heartburn is killing me. I ate the most wonderful bruschetta yesterday, but with all those tomatoes, it was like pouring acid straight down my throat. No amount of Pepcid was going to help. SO...I need to limit what I eat and when I eat. Bummer.

I feel like I'm starting to swell. I had a bad day last week. A photoshoot, folding laundry, too much salt for lunch. I was at a meeting later that night at the church. Sitting on those hard folding chairs. I couldn't even cross my legs. I felt like my fingers were puffy. My lips, my nose, my toes. All of it. I was miserable. Haven't had another day like that though. Woohoo.

I can't chase Molly and she knows it. She runs from me everytime I ask her to come. She stills kisses my belly though...every chance she gets. I love it so much.

I am having some hard core contractions. Mostly at night when I'm tring to relax. I know, they're braxton hicks...practice. I don't really care what they are, I don't like them. They hurt. AND...turn away if there are any boys reading this...muscle spasms by my cervix. It feels like there is a knife in there. It really does. Yowzers. Let's hope it's doing something for me...like dialating.

At the end of every day though...pain, swelling, exhaustion aside...I thank the Lord that I am able to do this. That I get another one of these precious little people. To love, teach, cuddle, kiss. They are my life. This baby will be MY LIFE. I feel very blessed.