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Going 'round in circles

Well now. I went in for a growth scan for this little baby this morning. Somehow, between the non-stress test on Monday and this morning, he decided being head down was no good. He is breech. AGAIN! Maybe the other kids did this too and I just didn't know (sometimes technology is not all it's cracked up to be) that they were little gymnasts. At the same time, technology has brought me much comfort throughout this pregnancy. I can see him moving. I can listen to his heartbeat (two times a week at this point) and know that he is happily hanging out in my belly. I also know that he is growing quite like he should. He is now over 7 pounds and plumping up nicely. He also has a head of hair already.

Emotionally, I am going in circles too. I am soooo ready to meet this little baby and I am so tired of not being able to reach things like the kitchen sink (I have to turn sideways to do the dishes) or the laundry soap, which I wasted a goodly portion of  yesterday when I dropped the box while attempting to get it down from the shelf. I am thinking I will have to sacrifice my need to have everything in its place and will leave the detergent box on top of the washer for a couple of weeks. I am ready to not be pregnant and yet, am I ready for sleepless nights and the adjustment phase that comes with a bringing a new baby home?

Finally, for more circles, look at this:


We have officially put 100,000 miles on our little mini-van. Did I mention I would love to have a full-size van? One day, we will. I just have to be patient and wait for the right one. (meaning: in our price range). Till then, I am more than grateful for our little van that gets good gas mileage and keeps on trucking with relatively few problems.

I am trying to focus on all the positives and good things and be thankful for all that God has given me. For truly, I am so blessed!
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  1. KrisAugust 1, 2012 at 9:12 PM

    I just went over 185,000 in my Suburban. Hopefully, she's got another 100,000 in her, at least. It's a point of pride at this juncture!

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