This picture was actually taken at 34 weeks, but I'm too exhausted to even take another picture. I went to my 36 week appointment yesterday and the doctor said "Wow, you're really running out of room...she's just sticking straight out there isn't she." Yes. She is. My poor bellybutton looks totally abused and has turned an interesting combination of red, green, and purple. She is still super active which I am grateful for because it lets me know she is doing well in there and it keeps me company, but at the same time I feel like saying "Give it a rest! You don't need to practice Tae Bo in there. My insides weren't meant to be used as a punching bag." The doctor also said that things are progressing well and that if I went into labor he'd be fine with it. I can't believe the end is so near and we aren't even moved into our house yet and I seem to have totally forgotten everything I was told in the birthing class we took and everything that I read in the stack of books my sister gave me, and don't have a clue what I still need and what I already have. And I feel totally exhausted and on the verge of tears all day long for no apparent reason. I started crying because Brian was making funny faces at me in the car and no I was not laughing...I was literally crying. I don't know why. My poor students at school probably feel like they are walking on eggshells (not because I cry at school but because my frustration limit is reached in about 10 seconds). Today one of my students said "Guys, don't make her so mad, it might make the baby pop out." But seriously, how many times do I have to say that I don't want to see a cell phone during my class? I don't think I can be any clearer.
I also had to remind my principal that this baby really is coming and I really won't be there to teach once she arrives so they better find someone for my class. I care about my classes and want them to have a good substitute. I'm just hoping she wants to stay inside her little punching bag for a little while longer so that we can get settled in the new house and I can have more plans for my classes at school, but whenever she gets here I will be thrilled, and exhausted, and completely lost, but so grateful for the opportunity to teach and raise and love a precious child of God.
