Distraction...

I am still pregnant and still cranky.  By the end of the day my back and legs ache so severely I wish labor would start because I think labor pains would be easier to deal with than "end-of-the-day-pregnant-body-pains".

I obviously do not remember what actual labor feels like.

To distract myself here is a little post about our spring break.  Spring break was a couple of weeks ago and per our usual school vacation time, we stayed at home.  We went to the library and met friends at the park.  I took all of the kids on a Costco run.  The kids watched cartoons and let me sleep-in.  We did a few craft projects and tried (then failed) to keep the house clean.

Will took work off on Friday and took us all to the Aquarium.  We went up to the smaller aquarium in San Francisco--it really is our favorite aquarium.  You don't have to pay an arm and a leg to get in and there is plenty to see.  We all love the moving sidewalks that run you "under the sea".

All of my children have that "homeschooled" look.  I mean no disrespect to actual homeschoolers who probably have a lot more style than my family does.  I just wonder why, every time we go out in public, my children have to wear the pants that come up to their shins?

"Act like you are under water with the jelly fish!" Or something...

This octopus came out of its cave for us...then I snapped a picture with the flash (a big aquarium no-no) and that eight legged sucker went right back into its cave.  Sorry Mr. Puss.

 

Wyatt waited by this "petting tank" for 30 minutes to get a turn at touching a shark.  

Blogger has changed its interface...I am having a really hard time getting this post to "look" the way I want it too.  Is this supposed to be easier?

One, two, three, four...

Four, just four more weeks to go!

I know, I could end up going two weeks over--I haven't had to be induced with any of my other pregnancies and if it isn't medically necessary I don't opt for a scheduled induction. I could also go two weeks early right!?

I am uncomfortable and kind of short tempered--OK--very short tempered. I was talking with some girlfriends a few days ago and I said "I just have no tender feelings for anyone." It is hard to feel kind when I cannot move, I am not sleeping well and every bite of food I eat turns into a burning line of hell-fire in my esophagus.

Will usually leaves early in the morning, well before the kids and I are out of bed. One morning last week he got a late start and had to witness my usual morning behavior. (It was a grim sight) I stumbled out of bed and started barking orders at the kids: "Get dressed! Where is your homework? Why haven't you brushed your teeth and hair yet today!?" the crankiness just poured out of me. Horns were sprouting from my furrowed brows. Finally, Will pulled me aside and asked "Are you OK? Cheer up."

I thought I might punch him in the nose.

Then I replayed the internal audio of my morning so far. I was a pregnant-she-devil, jabbing barbed words at her hoping minions.

Not exactly the person I wanted to be.

Anyway, I am trying to "cheer up". I really am grateful to be pregnant (one. last. time.) and grateful that the baby is growing and developing like s/he should. I can do four more weeks (or six but hopefully just two--nah--let's just plan on four).

I can do it!

Hard working dudes...

Will and Wyatt cleaned out our garage last weekend.

I wish I had a "before" picture to show you...it was a disaster.

When they finished Will and Wyatt squared off in a game of broom-crushed-coke-can hockey.

It was epic.

Fools in April...

Who doesn't love a good April Fools joke?

Will and I spent a few minutes in the wee morning hours of April 1st saranwrapping the big kids to their beds and wrapping papering the little girls in their room.

Brilliant.

Then we had to face the consequences by eating salty Cheerios and sprinkling sugar on our dinner.

April Fools!