Anyway, on a much lighter note... Thanks for all the positive comments about me and my inability to run. I've really been feeling quite sorry for myself, which is pretty pathetic. I think it finally sunk in today, that in somewhere around 7 weeks (or if I'm lucky, a little less) I'll be done with this pregnancy. I cannot believe how fast it has gone. I guess I'm as ready as I'll be. Leona is settled into her "big girl bed". The crib is set up and ready to go (minus a mattress). All the baby clothes are washed and organized. (Thank you so much Elizabeth for hooking us up... you are amazing!) I even took the time yesterday to pack a bag for the hospital. I am ready, well... I'm organized.
I'm not 100% sure that I'll ever be completely ready. With this being my 4th baby, I know exactly what I've gotten myself into and let me tell you, there is a lot I am not ready for, i.e. birth, nursing, recovery from labor, having a screaming infant (if he's anything like Leona) to take care of... I've tried really hard to get super excited. I took out some of the smallest little clothes and looked at them imagining how cute and tiny he will be, but then reality sets in and I think about getting up a million times more a night than I already do, changing thousands of diapers, trying to keep Leona off of me while I am nursing... it should be interesting. I'm sure I sound like all I am doing is complaining. I don't mean to, I'm just being realistic (maybe slightly pessimistic). I really am getting kind of excited and I know that once he is here it will all be good (exhausting, but good). And, if I ever start having too much of a pity party, I can think about the poor souls in Haiti, who have now lost what little bit of home they had and are living off of dirt cookies and it should snap me right out of it.