9 months

I've changed my theme music, and no, I am not making my own music video.  My apologies, but you do not get to see me sing and dance while 9 months pregnant.  Here's the song I've been singing lately and all you have to do is change the lyrics to:

 There's a Baby in My Tummy!

B to the I to the M to the T

There's a Baby in My Tummy!

 

And here it is: 

Pics of The Baby in My Tummy at 9 Months.

Dang!  She has an actual baby in her tummy!

I totally understand women in the old days going into confinement during pregnancy.  I'm ready for my confinement to start . . . okay, I was ready about a month ago.  My EXTRA LARGE maternity shirts no longer cover my belly and I refuse to buy anything double XL or simply anything else maternity.  So most days I resort to my gauchos (comfy stretchie pants) and XL mens t-shirts that I found on clearance at Wal-Mart.  All I can say is it's depressing when your husband's t-shirts are no longer comfortable because they are too tight and you have to go buy some that are larger.  Sunday's are the worst, because I can't wear my stretchie pants, t-shirts, and I have to shove my swollen feet into something other than flip flops.  Sorry to be such a whiner, but I'm so ready to be done with this.

Also, I want to apologize and say thanks to everyone who attempted to call me on Mother's Day.  The kids and I actually made it to church and had a good time there, but the day just went down hill from there.  I just had a hard day and wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, so again, my apologies, I love you all, but just couldn't do it.  I did talk to John on the phone and trust me he probably wishes he hadn't called (I think this call prompted the nice Mom's Day Blog Post below), so count yourself lucky?  After I put the kids to bed, I ate my feelings in the form of peanut M&Ms while watching several episodes of Prison Break into the wee hours of morning, after which I actually got four consecutive hours of sleep.  It was much needed and very effective therapy, because today is Monday and I feel that all is right with the world again. 

Last week I saw the doctor on the way to take John to the airport.  When she checked me I was only at a one.  That made me feel much better with John leaving town.  However, today when I went to the doctor (which was an experience all by itself, since I had to be checked with two little boys in the room) the news was not so good.  I'm at a three and when I asked if I was going to make it until Friday when John got home her response was, "I'd make sure I had a good back up plan in place."  Great.  So again, I'm asking for lots of prayers that baby stay put until at least Friday! 

And now I'm faced with this OCD dillema.  I was going to save all my cleaning for this weekend when John got home so the house would be nice and clean for company and the new baby.  However, the verily likely possibility that baby could come before this weekend makes me want to clean now, so whomever is lucky/unlucky enough to come help out with my kids isn't super grossed out by my house.  So do I clean now and possibly put myself in labor?  Or do I not take any chances by sitting on the couch and eating Bon Bons all week at the risk of being completely embarassed if someone saw my house in it's current condition?
Let's face it, I'm OCD, I'll be cleaning house this week.  Don't know why I bothered asking.  So just pray really hard okay?  Thanks.