So close, yet so far away.

I’m embracing slow days.  I’m listening to that voice in my head that says, “Sit down.  Take a nap.  Order pizza.”  And the guilt isn’t as bad as it has been:)  I know that this is my last pregnancy and I’m going to relish in the food and just try to enjoy these last few weeks.  There really isn’t a whole lot to enjoy when you are 50lbs heavier than normal and your butt hurts and nothing in your closet fits, but there are little things.  My hormones have me feeling warm and fuzzy and lovey dovey and that’s a nice change from freezing feet, rushed schedules and wanting to kill the kids when they whine.  I’m going to make some Pasta Carbonara this week only because I hear it’s mad fattening and I’m trying to squeeze all that stuff in before the baby gets here.  We get the kids signed up for ball this weekend and for the first time they will all 3 be on different teams….. not sure how fun that’s going to be, but I love watching my kids play ball.  I cheer and make a fool of myself and I throw my hands up when my oldest does something wrong- she just rolls her eyes.  It’s fun.  Dill pickles and crappy hamburgers mixed with soda and dodging ant beds- I’m looking forward to it. 

I can’t find all the pieces to my tripod (thank you, son), so I snapped this pic with the camera balanced on a chair and a drill case.  It was for a project for church and I really should get a few more shots of me while I’m still pregnant….without the top of my head chopped off:)   But the timer on my camera only snaps one shot at a time and getting up and down and up and down gets old after 4 shots.  I’m sure there are clever ways to fire my camera, but I’m too lazy to look them up.  Ok.  I’m headed to sit and take a nap and order pizza.  I promise I will find my blogging rhythm in the next few months.