Sunday:

Last week was a doozy. I started another online course and it’s quite demanding. I’m so far behind in housework but I really don’t care. It’s getting harder to get around and I’m trying to keep up with my blog and what time isn’t dedicated to the boys is dedicated to studying. Trying to get some studying in before church is proving difficult because the boys are awake and need attention. Basic things like food, hugs, kisses, someone to play with etc. 

Tuesday:

The other day it dawned on me that I only have three months left in this pregnancy. Like I’m excited for a healthy delivery and to hold a healthy baby but I’m going to miss this. Sure there are some discomforts like the lack of sleep due to this awful hip pain and constipation and sore breasts but I love feeling him move around in my belly. This is probably my favorite stage of pregnancy. Talking to my baby and trying to connect with him in utero is…I don’t have the words for it yet but it’s super cool. And it makes me feel good. Especially when I can feel him kicking and rolling around in there. It’s temporary so I’m enjoying it as much as I can. Whatever foods he responds well to, I try to eat more of them just so I can feel him moving around. I absolutely love it. That love also makes me emotional. I cried on two separate occasions yesterday talking about it. I can’t keep getting pregnant just because I like being pregnant. That’s illogical and financially irresponsible but the thought has crossed my mind more often than not.  Today I’m not feeling as emotional and focusing on consuming a gallon of water. I’m behind…of course. I still have half the day to go.