About to Burst

I made Brian take some preggo pictures of me because I thought Catie might want to see them someday. They are not my favorite, but they mark the moment for posterity.

Now that I've officially hit 36 weeks, I feel like I've been stretched as far as I can go. My stomach feels like it's going to burst open at any moment. Little Catie doesn't seem to mind the tight fit. Brian and I see her little hands and feet pushing against my stomach constantly. Unfortunately, she still loves nudging me in the ribs. Ouch!

I go in for two appointments this week and two more the next week. After that, I will see the doctor's in the hospital. I haven't really come to terms with the fact that this is really happening. It's a bit too surreal for me.

I've been organizing my house and my classroom like crazy. It's like I'm some kind of robotic organizer. I just can't stop cleaning and rearranging. My good friend, Lisa, helped me clean out the baby's room on Saturday. She's amazing at helping me throw out junk! While I want to keep every little thing that may be of sentimental value, Lisa's response is usally, "When will you ever use that thing?" or "Do you plan on ever looking at that card again?" Because of comments like these, we ended up creating 5 bags of trash. It felt fantastic to see all the junk disappear. I still have loads more to go, though.

My final four days of work are this week. For the first time, I'm ecstatic that tomorrow's Monday because I will be one day closer to a much-needed break. Brian and I have planned an overnight trip to Houston this Thursday for one of his interviews. I'm looking forward to the time alone with my hubby. Usually, we are trailed by three hounds wherever we go. Soon, we'll have a baby, as well. YIKES!