Ok seriously...

After browsing over my last few posts, I freak out/whine/spazz/complain regularly (ie constantly). It's time for change! (For real...not Obama change)

The biggest topic of discussion -- literally -- is my pregnancy. Still pregnant (36 weeks!) and although all of my previous complaints are still true and worse, I'm getting used to it. My outie is a proud figurehead on this ship of a body; my nightly bathroom breaks help me know what time it is; after getting stuck in the couch last week, I am now a master of the "huh!" and roll...throwing myself off chairs, beds, and sofas. And my boob doesn't hurt anymore.

June is no longer a topic of anxiety. First of all, it's next week. Where did May go? I'm praying for some warmer weather, you know...above 55 degrees...that's a fair request I think. I have so many things left to do in preparation for Phil's return and baby's arrival -- curtains to be made, kitchen linoleum to be washed, car mats to be vacuumed, husband's hygiene products to be stocked (yes, he's very particular about his soaps and shampoos), propane tanks to be refilled -- that's a good week or two right there! THEN my mom and my aunt are coming out for a week right before my due date! I'm excited to have company who will double as cooks, cleaners, errand runners...and I have no shame saying that because I've been alone for 7 months...I will take whatever help I can get!

After breaking down I don't know how many times, I'm done crying, I'm done thinking myself into a tornado, I'm done bargaining with God and trying to twist His arm into doing what I want. Believe it or not, I'm not as persuasive as I think and He really doesn't play into my games...imagine that (more like thank God!). It's going to work out and in the end He will still be a good God and I will have reason to praise Him: I'm getting a son and my husband is coming home after almost 8 months!

So rest...that's the name of the game. Few more weeks...no more complaining.

whine fest 2010

June will never get here.

I will always be pregnant.

Coffee never tastes like I need it to taste.

The Pacific Northwest is the wet blanket to summer.

I am not as strong as I need to be right now.

Stupid Army.

The end.