I got to thinkin' of some things I wanted to say.
Today I wanted to eat my chocolate brownie in secret. Plus, I needed to go to the bathroom. So while my kids were eating I took my brownie to the bathroom and ate it while I went. That's okay, right?
I don't have weight loss goals. I have weight GAIN goals. I like it. I'm hoping for at least another 8lbs by the end of my pregnancy. Then I will weigh more than I've ever weighed. I'm hoping that will mean the baby is bigger, too. And we all know I could do with some'a dat.
Edin has been getting up before 6 the past five or so days (compaired to 7:30ish.) We make him get back in bed but I don't usually fall back to sleep. I'm gonna be honest, this little stage of his makes me want to sell him. He usually wakes up Lizzie, too, and she won't go back to sleep. It figures this happens just before the baby comes. You know, the time in which I'm trying to get more sleep while I can.
My favorite song right now is "All we are" by Matt Nathanson. It was on an episode of NCIS. I keep listening to it over and over again. That's something I've always done. James can hardly believe I listen to the same playlist all the time. He has about 20+ playlists that he can cycle through and pick and chose from. I think I have three.
I'm definitely feeling the wintertime blues, cabin fever. Most days I end up feelings like a cranky mom and forget to realize the real reason. I'm excited for spring when I can take my kids out and play for hours. I think the noob (baby) will like that.
I'm almost 30 weeks pregnant. Last time at 30 weeks I remember feeling like "Yay, it's almost over. 10 more weeks, pff, I can do this." I think I might feel that way at like, 34 weeks, but I don't so much feel that way now. 10 weeks feels like a long time. I feel like I'm almost in baby limbo. There's not a lot I can do to prepare now but I feel like I should be doing something, nesting of some kind. I know you're thinking "It's okay, just take it easy." Well there's easy and there's lazy. Some days I wonder which one I am...(shifty eyes.)
James is interviewing today for the PhD program here at BYU. There are a lot more applicants this year than usual and there are a lot of strong applicants so they are doing interviews a little differently this year. There are four people from his current cohort interviewing today over a nice lunch of Cafe Rio. I guess they'll meet as a group (professors and applicants) and then spend a few minutes one on one with professors. I don't know how they usually do it but it seems to me (or more like James) that they've already done a lot of talking amongst themselves so they don't need a lot of time all together. The interview time is only two hours total. I'm crossing my fingers and praying for James; it's comforting to know that after today it will be out of our hands and that no matter which way it goes, whether we get into to the Marriage and Family Therapy PhD program or not, it worked out how it was supposed to. Heavenly Father knows what's best for our family. I can accept the outcome. At least we'll know soonish.
And you better believe that whether James gets in or not, I'm making him walk in the Masters degree graduation ceremony. That's right. Come April 22nd or 23rd, I'll cheering James on and taking a million pictures. I really want my kids to at least have pictures to look back on of their dad graduating with a MASTERS!! It's a big deal, ya know? I sure am proud of him and all his hard work.
