Not remembering is better

I do not remember being this uncomfortable when I was pregnant with Lauren. I feel like I am being crushed. I can't breathe, my back is killing me, my front is killing me, I can't get comfortable sitting, standing or lying down. It seems too early to be feeling like this but maybe 30 weeks is right on schedule. If she were to just drop down a little bit I think I would feel more comfortable. On the positive side, I figured out today I have 7 weeks of work left and 4 of them are 4 day weeks! On top of that the posting for my job went up today so the end is near!

The Universe is telling us something

We have been struggling lately with being overwhelmed by.... well... life. (I am speaking for you too husband.) In the last few weeks we have: * had a mouse in the ceiling of the bathroom. To some this may seem insignificant, but to me it was torture. * Lauren has been randomly sick with fevers, diarrhea, fevers etc. causing us to each miss work several times. She is has a fever again today. Maybe it's her 2 year molars? * George was sick last week and ripped the carpet up on the stairs (which we should have seen coming) then proceeded to throw up on the couch several times. The following day he continued to vomit up the carpeting, but luckily Norm's parents were here to intervene (and save the couch) * THEN on Friday the sink/shower in the master bathroom decided to leak and water came streaming through the wall into the main floor. We are still working on fixing or at least identifying that issue. This baby is coming in 11 short weeks. We have a list of things that need to be completed before she arrives and each day that list keeps getting interrupted and added to by these silly things that keep coming up. Poor Lauren keeps getting forgotten about and we don't seem to have the time to spend with her that we should. Luckily she is so young that I doubt she will remember what horrible parents we are currently being. My husband is quick to remind me that these "issues" are trivial. We are healthy, our children are healthy (except George of course), we have good jobs, we love each other, blah, blah, blah :) But holy shit Universe - enough all ready! It is also my poor husband who is taking the brunt of life's kick-in-the-ass since I am totally useless due to 1) pregnancy and 2) a lack of DIY skills. He never stops working and I know he is close to burn-out. Every morning he leaves for work and I wonder if he is just going to keep driving and never come back! Yes, I am whining and yes I should get over it, but it's my blog and I can say whateverthefuckIwant. So Universe, whatever you're trying to tell us, we get it. Now back off.

Pink Confetti!

We have had two ultrasounds in the last couple of weeks. The first one did not show the appropriate view of the baby's spine and according to the OB, the gender was not confirmed either - although both Norm and I were pretty confident in that. The second ultrasound today confirmed that baby #2 is indeed a girl. It also confirmed that she is as stubborn as her older sister. She was once again laying on her spine and no matter what we did to try to get her to move, she would not! So... we may be going back for a third ultrasound in the weeks to come. The good news is, she definitely has a spine. We saw it. But the doctors aren't comfortable saying she is in perfect health unless they can see everything clearly. Makes sense, and it means that we keep have the opportunity to see her! Everyone wins!