I'm not a "Chatty Cathy" tonight, but I still wanted to post to get some things out. And for all of you new subscribers and readers - I am also not a "Negative Nancy". Please stick around so you can witness my normal, fun-loving and joyful side!

So. Some days start like this…

I’m extremely tired, as I have slept maybe 3 hours/night on average the last 2-3 weeks. I went to the doctor for a check-up today. I’m just under 1 cm dilated and “softening up”. In other words, something is happening but nothing to get even remotely excited about. All else looks healthy and good, but I was certainly hoping to hear more. I had a tiff with my dad. We have yet to master patience with each other. Then, I spent the afternoon in pain and in tears because all I wanted was Peter, but he couldn’t be around. I felt sad and alone, like I had no one to turn to.

Days like that...you have to end like this…

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Question of the Evening – What made you smile today?

The past couple of weeks I have consistently focused on the beauty of my pregnant body, instead of its aches and pains.

I rejoiced with the option to work out again since I no longer have to keep off the contractions. I have managed to do either a Turbo Jam DVD or go on a long walk every day and it has felt soooooo good.

I have kept a smile on my face for the most part and made light of the end of pregnancy, with an Operation Evacuate Baby B Day and sharing a video of my 9 months pregnant belly earlier today.

I spend most days antsy with anticipation. Also called nesting like mad.

Take today, for example. I woke up cheery, despite a lack of sleep. I popped out of bed when my little M came into my room. We headed downstairs for breakfast. I experienced a sudden urge to clean the kitchen. Then, the living room. Before I knew it, the entire downstairs sparkled – including the inside of the microwave.

From there, I still wriggled with a desire to do something else. I popped in a Turbo Jam DVD and got my workout on. I played with M. I made lunch. I got us cleaned up and then put her down for a nap.

Then, I crashed. I started feeling some very slight contractions. I actually prayed to God to let them turn into the real thing. They went away almost immediately. I cried.

I do believe pregnancy is a blessing and a joy to experience. I hate to gripe about it because I know plenty of women would do anything to be in my shoes right now with a baby only a few days or weeks away. I try to keep myself on that up view the majority of the time. But what goes up, must come down. Today it came down. I hurt bad and I want him OUT!