I'm 35 weeks, tomorrow...which I checked and double checked before I typed that since I have told people incorrect dates at least three times in the past week.  I keep having crazy dreams, and am very anxious in real life to meet our little guy.  I had a baby shower last weekend that some friends from church threw for me.  Kim is throwing another one this weekend for my non-church friends.  It's so fun to get stuff for our baby and feel more and more prepared for his arrival.  I've washed all the clothes I got from our showers and hung them up.  I put together one of our strollers yesterday.  When I have the motivation and energy (as short as the spurts of it may be), I've tried to make ever so small dents in cleaning, dusting, and organizing things to get ready.  

Last night, Adam and I had class two of four of our birthing class.  There is nothing about that class that relaxes me or makes me sure of what our decisions would be.  One thing is clear, though...the doula that teaches it definitely has an agenda.  I guess it works, since at least one of the other couples hired her, last night.  If I were going to hire a doula (which I'm not) I definitely wouldn't choose her.  While she has some good information, it seems like there has to be more calming and comforting ways to present it.  I almost cried when she told us about how they screw the internal heart monitor into your babies scalp if they can't find his heartbeat with the external one...sigh.  I am very anxious, though, to get the labor and delivery part out of the way and get to enjoy our baby on the outside.  

So far, things pregnancy-wise have still be fairly easy for me.  The heat got to me again yesterday when we were walking.  This is the first time it's been a problem for me while pregnant since my mom and I went to Conan.  I didn't bring my water with, this time, so that may have made a difference.  Regardless, I'm very grateful that I haven't been pregnant during the summer.  If that ever happens, I guess I'm going to be spending a lot of time indoors.

Not much else is new.  I have had a pretty easy pregnancy so far.  People keep telling me it will probably get more uncomfortable in this last month or so.  I do feel him more, and on a few instances, he hasn't been so pleased with the positions I chose to sit in, but all in all, I'm feeling good, still.  I have been getting tired more easily, again, but I guess it's better to ease into that than get hit with it all at once, when he's here :).

All in all, I'm getting really excited to be a mom and can't wait for our son to arrive.  I'm looking forward to seeing what/who he looks like and getting to know his personality.  I can't wait for you all to meet him :).

I'm officially 33 weeks along now.  I starting going back through all my pregnancy related Facebook posts today and writing them all down in one place so I can do something with them eventually.  It's interesting, anyway, reading all the crazy dreams and emotions I've been through.  I only made it through December, but that's a good start (especially considering I've been meaning to do it for a while, now.).

Today's struggles are motivation related, I guess.  I'm feeling a little lonely, today...which happens when I feel like I need to cut myself off a bit to spare others from getting sick and keep myself from overdoing it.  I feel better oay than I have for the past several, but still haven't quite kicked this bug.  At least this time around, the doctor told me I could take Benadryl...though I haven't yet, today, 'cause I'm feeling drowsy enough without the extra help.  

We celebrated Adam's 26th birthday, yesterday.  He made dinner (his request...and a hard one to argue with).  We had burgers from scratch on homemade buns, and waffle fry nachos.  We also had cake and ice cream for dessert and then just relaxed and watched TV.  He says it was a good birthday and it was nice just to chill out.  I hope that he really enjoyed it.  It's hard to muster up much celebration when you are not only pregnant, but sick, too.

Anyway, today I'm feeling in limbo.  I feel like I should be doing something, but don't know where to start.  I don't know how to get ready for the baby...but feel like I should be.  I also am feeling motivated mentally to do something in order to kick the restlessness, but my body isn't agreeing with me.  It's a conundrum when you feel lazy because you're not doing much but doing anything will make you feel more worn out.  I also wouldn't mind some company, but like I said, I don't want to get anyone else sick...and I don't really feel like going anywhere.  It's hard to have people over when you don't feel up to entertaining.

Well...I just thought I'd flesh my thoughts out.  I guess that's all I've got for now.  Back to chipping away at the to do list (which doesn't actually exist for fear that it would never end :-P).

Happy Friday.