Countdown

I just realized that I haven't posted a picture in weeks.  That's not exactly going to be remedied here, but I do realize it, and sometime soon I'll post one.  Before I was proud to put up pictures - now I'm just embarrassed at how huge I'm getting.  I'm hoping that she'll come outta there soon, because I really can't handle blowing up any bigger than I already am.  I'm still about 30 pounds shy of my final weight when I was pregnant with Connor, so I guess things are still looking up... slightly.

Connor comes into our room every night to sleep.  Well, usually it's every morning, but once in a while it's at night.  Last night it was 3am, and since it's near impossible for me to sleep in general, after he came into our tiny bed and started wiggling around, there was no hope for me to get back to sleep without either taking a massive dose of some drug or having someone clobber me over the head with a blunt object.  Neither option was readily available, so I dragged myself downstairs and watched TV for an hour or two, until I fell into a restless sleep before being awoken again at 7am to get ready for work.

Why am I still working?

Anyway, this is not fun anymore.  I guess being pregnant wasn't ever "fun", but it wasn't quite such a pain in the ass as it's becoming.  And that's a pain, both literally and figuratively!  It'll all end soon, I just have to keep telling myself that...

We went to a haunted house last weekend at an apple orchard near our house.  I was so surprised that Connor wanted to go in, because being a pretty timid four year old boy I was positive he'd wimp out.  He didn't!  He made me carry him, and he did get pretty scared at one point when we were in this squishy wall thing that was smelly and hot and very claustrophobia-inducing.  But for the rest of it he was super brave, laughing at times, and holding on to my shirt for dear life the whole time.  When we left, he talked about it for hours... he's still talking about it and we did it last Saturday!  Last night we called my mom and he told her about it - his description was very vivid, very accurate, and took a long time for him to get through.  Mom said she was cracking up the whole time!

That was random.  I have a massive headache, I'm sitting at work in uncomfortable clothes and feeling icky, and I just needed to do something to get my mind off... well, everything.  This isn't working.