I love you guys! You all are so sweet with your encouragement and kind words and understanding. It really means a lot right now.
No action again. I know I'm probably the bajillionth woman to whine this way, but: he just has to come out soon, because there is just no more room in there! My stomach feels like it's stretched to its limit! I'm calling him "Stonewall Jackson" in my mind because that's all my stomach is, just rock-hard everywhere!
And Ash, I feel ya, I found out the hard way that I can hardly move either. I tried to do a simple Sam's Club run with Jason today, and silly me, I actually tried to do my hair before we left--which means standing in front of the mirror, GASP!--and make Jason a sandwich--standing at the counter, NO!--etc., so there was just no energy left, and I was pretty miserable the whole way home.
A nice thought to combat the complaining: we got the Feb. 2009 Ensign (LDS magazine) and there are a couple of articles about adoption with a simply precious picture of a tiny baby, mid-yawn, with his little hands balled up into fists, and when I'm near the magazine, I just can't stop looking at it. I tried to find a link online to put on here, but they only have January's up. There's just something about that picture; it's like hope on a page, that he really will come and that he'll be even more precious than that baby, because he's mine.
I know the Lord cannot look upon sin with the least degree of allowance (D&C 1, isn't it?), but I'm pretty sure he just forgot to mention the exception of 9-months-pregnant girls using Nintendo emulators. Because I don't know what I'd do without it these days. :)
On that note, signing off. :)
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