Still going!

Very happily.

Very gratefully.

Very excitedly.

Still running.

Today was the longest run I've done in a few weeks.  Probably because I didn't get out at all the entire week so I had 7 days worth of energy to burn.  Scares me a little that I do have this much energy left at this point, it makes me wonder if she's planning on staying in there forever.  My reassurance that she's not comes in reading back over the end of Charlotte's pregnancy when I felt pretty darn good until just a couple of days before she was born.

Aaron had worked overnight in the PICU on Friday night, so we arranged for him to pick me up on his way home on Saturday morning.  I headed out not knowing how far I'd get or how slow I'd be, but without the worry of picking a turn around point and cherishing the freedom to just go.

7.2 miles later we crossed paths.  Part of me would have loved to see how much further I could have gone because I still felt great.  Part of me was totally fine with where we met up because I ended feeling great.
The rest of me was just soaking in the runner's high and appreciating that I had the chance to get out and run on a beautiful morning, especially at a faster pace than I expected.  Good times.

Not to be deterred

Sam didn't slow down for too long when the cast first came.
Within a matter of days he was pulling himself around the house, thrilled to find himself mobile again.

I've been amazed at what he has figured out over the past 5 weeks.

The fact that we only got through a couple of days before having to tent the crib to prevent him from climbing out should have been an indicator that the cast wasn't going to slow him down too much.

Never a dull moment.

Night and Day difference

Or rather, the day to night difference.

It has been amazing to both Aaron and myself just how much I am poking out at night now.  It feels like such a HUGE difference from where I start in the morning!  The other day it felt particularly noticeable, so instead of just taking the regular weekly morning picture, I decided to take pictures at night too.

Yeah.  Definitely a difference.

Weekend in pictures

 

36 weeks, Real Nesting!

I'm making progress!

I set out to get two or three things knocked of my big 'to-do before baby' list and got all sorts of carried away.

Finished the drapes and pillows that completed the slight overhaul of the family room.  No painting, just new ottoman and rug in addition to the drapes and pillows.  Amazing how much a few little things can make a difference though.  Now to get things up on the wall...

Got the changing table out and all cleaned up.
Found a place for it.
Got baskets for it.
Made a changing pad cover.
Hey, ^that's^ ALL baby related!

Cleaned out my closet.
Cleaned out the office.
Made Charlotte's new bedding.
Finally tackled the ironing pile.  I hate ironing.
I thought about getting baby clothes out.
I even put a few things in that infamous hospital bag.

See?  I'm making progress!

And the end must be getting near, because I'm starting to feel big with a capital B.

Things I was reminded of last week

I feel incomplete without a blank notebook/notepad within easy access.
And completely naked without a pen close at hand.

I absolutely adore feeling and watching a baby move inside me.

I feel much better about my day when my bed is made.

I really am a sucker for a good beat.  Speakers *must* have enough bass.

Strong quads are a blessing in many ways.

Even when you know something is sized inaccurately, seeing a smaller number on a tag of a pair of pants that fit is fun.

There is something immensely satisfying about a good workout.

Spending time with someone you admire makes you want to be a better person.

I love distance running.  I miss long runs.

Miracles happen.

Things that normally wouldn't phase me at all sometimes bother me a lot more than I expect when I'm pregnant.  (hormones anyone?)

Despite hormone wackiness, I love being pregnant.

When you need cheering up, nothing quite does it like serving someone else.

Being married to your best friend is a blessing beyond words.

When you think you are having a frustrating day, call and check in on your friends, see how they are doing.  Someone else is going through something that will remind you that your day isn't so bad.   They could use a listening ear and an encouraging word.

I love where I live.

I deep clean when I'm really angry.  Or frustrated beyond words.  So the fact that my house is often a mess is actually a good sign.

I have too much stuff.

Pregnancy makes me grow everywhere.

My butt grows exponentially at the end of pregnancy.

Nothing makes my heart happy the way my youngest kids reacting to me coming home does.

Fake eyelashes are fun.

I don't love plain M&Ms right now as much as I used to.

But M&Ms plus Stax equal Yummy!!

I like shoes.

My right foot is bigger than my left.

When I am talking to someone who thinks they know a lot about some things in life, I am reminded of myself years ago.  And I realize that I used to think I knew about a lot of things.  Until I experienced more of life.  And then I realized that the more you learn, the more you realize how little you do in fact know.

I am surrounded by amazing friends.

I love three year olds

It takes a lot of hard work to achieve goals.  Patience too.  Lots and lots of patience.

Count your blessings and be grateful for your own trials in life.

A shot of Zig Zag

I finally thought to stop and take a picture of Zig Zag as I was headed out to run errands today.

I can't wait to get back up there!  I was hoping to take Aaron up there last weekend but it got ridiculously cold.  Plus he went camping with Taylor's Scout troop.  Doubly fun in the cold, right?

Aiming for this weekend.

I know you're reading this...you up for it my love?
(no running involved.  I promise.)