Indulgence

After Nels took a couple of pictures of me last night, I determined that pregnancy pictures were just not something that I was going to share with the world. I think I look just fine in person, but I do not like pictures of myself - most of the time. Particularly when I'm "trying" to take a good picture. However after browsing through pictures of myself over the past 7 1/2 years, I've realized that I have probably 3 pictures of my pregnant self, total. None of which are particularly flattering.

Considering that I have spent approximately 3 full years of those past 7 growing children inside my body, I decided that flattering or not, I would indulge the masses.

33 weeks - or about 7 1/2 months.

Only 7 left to go!

I was kind of irritated in this picture that Nels was still following

me around, clicking away, as I was trying to get ready to go to a meeting.

I also love the sewing mess that has become

my bedroom in the background. :)

I've been smiling over the past seven months about gals I know that are pregnant at the same time I am and have been obsessing over their coming babies. Over the course of the last several pregnancies, my brain has seemed to have developed a bit of a defense mechanism (against anxiety and impatience) to where I don't think a lot about being pregnant until the last couple of months. The fact is, I hate waiting. I hate counting days and appointments. It makes me crazy.

Last night as I was at a Relief Society Meeting, one of the women was asking about my pregnancy and what our plans are for this and that associated with bring another baby into our home. I answered what I could and then laughed off the rest with an, "I figure we've got plenty of time to figure that out . . . during the next . . . few weeks." And it hit me. Statistically speaking, this baby will probably come within the next 5 to 6 weeks. (As each of my other children have been a week to two weeks early.) I had a bit of a wake up call. I'm still not going to bust out the crib right now or start washing onesies and socks, but . . . That is not very long. And I'm starting to feel the prickles of excitement and anxiety at the coming month or so.

I had a dream last night about a beautiful little dark-haired baby with hair so long it was halfway down her little back! :) LOL! I thought it was funny that I would be able to put a ponytail in my newborn's hair. :) It was happy and silly -- a nice change from the only other pregnancy related dream that I have had, which was flashbacks from previous deliveries and not being able to follow through with my plans at going "natural" this time. That one wasn't happy OR silly.