I have NOT been a happy camper lately. And poor Ryon has to hang out with me all the time. It's a miracle he hasn't packed up and moved in with his parents for the next few months. I think he'd be smart if he did actually. I wouldn't want to live with me. It's not that I'm unhappy about things, it's just that I'm not acting happy. I think I'm starting to get overwhelmed with the thoughts of the future. My body is changing fast. In just the last three weeks it seems my stomach has totally taken shape, gotten heavier and starting to create those aches and pains of pregnancy. The insides of my legs ache, my back is starting to hurt and just the weight on my stomach makes it hard to get comfortable when sleeping. I'm ok with my body showing pregnancy. I'm actually happy I'm finally looking like how I feel inside. I'm just worn out. Mason is non stop. And it's a wonderful fun non stop, but it's exhausting. I love being with him and his laughs and his playful nature. I wouldn't trade it for the world, but my down time is when I get to go to the office and sit at a desk or go show houses, which isn't really down time. It's more like quiet time really. If that makes any sense. I think I'm also struggling with the thought of working and having two kids at home with me as well. It'll be interesting to see how it all works out.
Trey and Rachelle had Gus yesterday. We are so thrilled for them. It gave me baby fever bad! Which is obviously a good thing since I'm having a baby in 12 weeks, but it really did. Just seeing him and remembering how little babies are, makes me want mine here. I'm excited, but I am scared.
On another note...I failed my first gestational diabetes test on Tuesday. I wasn't surprised, but I was bummed. So Thursday morning I had to skip my bible study, which I've missed for the past month because of work, to take the three hour test. I actually passed it! God knew that I needed a break and this was it I truly believe. I couldn't put one more thing on my mind like figuring out what to eat and not eat again like I did with Mason. So I'm thrilled about that.
Grandmother made her prediction of the gender....A GIRL! She does the needle over your veins in your wrist and has never been wrong. She was right with Mason so we will see. She's going to do it again here soon to make sure it's still the same. It's weird but it's kind of nice to "know" what it is. I guess now I can really start making myself think about girl things....
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