Don't Tell Randon...

...how much Easton seems to enjoy dancing. Haha. My sisters were watching So You Think You Can Dance and Easton just came right up with his own routine. I sure love this little man!

In other news...I am still pregnant. I am now considered full term. I remember dreaming about these days when I would feel so close to the end. Now I am here and every day seems so long. Same story, different woman. I know every mom says these things but really. The days are long. And I'm uncomfortable.  These days:
* I can hardly sleep. I have insomnia which I feel is the worst thing ever. At least if the baby were here I would have something to do in the middle of the night. Such an enigma. How can I be so tired yet unable to fall asleep?
*I get restless leg (its more like in my ankles and toes...weird) syndrome at night and it makes me want to curse.
*I get heartburn every night and it makes me want to curse. And I hate tums. But I chew them anyway to get some relief.
*When I drop something, I want to cry. Bending over is quite the task. Even Easton tells I'm not very good at bending over. Sweet.
*All of a sudden I just want to spend each minute with Easton and hold him and treasure our last few days just him and me as buddies. We of course can't wait for little mister, but everything will change. We have been partners in crime for a while. I just love him and hope the adjustment period will be okay.
* I don't think I can even look at my sewing machine anymore. For some reason I thought it was imperative that I make each cute idea I saw out in the world.
* I started crocheting a blanket in January. It still isn't done. Better get on it.
* I feel like most everything is washed and ready and waiting. Come on little bubba!
*Easton starts preschool next week! Yay! So exciting. I'm worried that I'll be in the hospital having a baby and miss dropping him off for his first day off school. What are the chances? Slim. But I'm pregnant so of course I need to worry about it.
* Randon and I had to speak in Sacrament meeting this past Sunday and I cried pretty much the whole time. Pregnancy hormones are great.
* My family is headed to Lake Powell this weekend to party on a gorgeous houseboat. I'm jealous. I get to stay home and wish my baby would come.
* But I'm oh so happy and grateful that he is a healthy little guy and everything is on track for a healthy delivery.

it's just hot. so hot.

Back when summer began, it didn't seem so bad. Didn't seem so hot and uncomfortable. "Maybe it will stay this way," I thought. "Maybe I'll get lucky and won't get to that miserable point," I thought. Ha. Back in that day we stayed busy trying to come up with fun summer activities like...

making homemade ice cream in a bag...

making beach cupcakes...

and spending lots of time at the pool...

...and these days, I just can't bear the thought of being outside in the heat. Even in a pool. I have no energy. I feel uncomfortable all the time. But it is ALLLLLLLLLL good. One more month.

Oh little one...what is it about you growing in my belly that makes me so tired?
And yet makes me unable to sleep at night?
And makes my toes feel claustrophobic so that I have restless leg syndrome?
And makes me feel like I must have twizzlers in my mouth all the time?
Or maybe some cheddar jalepeno cheetos?
What is it that makes my hormones wacky and when I go camping I can't sleep all night because I'm afraid of bears. I've camped my whole life without a care in the world you see.
I do know that we cannot wait to meet you! Easton is so excited and reeeeally wants you to sleep in your "carriage" (cradle) in his room. I tell him that you'll wake up in the night crying. He says he'll get up and give you a toy or your "pinky" (binky) so that you'll be happy. He is so sweet and so excited. He is going to be a great big brother. I am so curious to see what you'll look like...how similar or different from Big E. We won't have to wait long....yay!!