32 Weeks

I bought this shirt for John for Christmas and then decided I liked it too much to give to him!

  Look at my little minion! She's getting SO BIG!!! I seriously have no idea how women waddle around and hunt and gather or go to work or take care of other children at this stage of pregnancy! It's a challenge for me to get up from a seated position at this point! And I still have 8 weeks to go! I'm going to need a Hoveround, soon!

How I picture her flipping herself around

  Babies at 32 weeks should be starting to settle down with all of the acrobatics, according to my pregnancy books. Denali has not read my pregnancy books. She's still just as active as she has been, her movements are just more uncomfortable for me. She moved into a head-down position last week while I was in the shower. The experience was so painful that I couldn't move and I just stood there
moaning and gasping. I thought that was the end of it, but no. A few days ago she did it again! And today she started trying to get head up again, but I was able to bend over and squish her enough that she stopped. And John gave her a little talking to which seemed to help. Now she is contentedly battering my liver with her ginormous feet. Crazy little girl! As uncomfortable as her movements make me sometimes, I wouldn't trade them for the world! She's my constant companion and I'm really going to miss her when she's gone.
  We went to a haunted house in Wasilla on Saturday. I know, I know, pregnant women aren't supposed to go. But I couldn't resist. I don't scare easily and I just find haunted houses hilarious and a lot of fun. This year was no exception. I didn't get scared one time! It was a pretty good haunted house, on par with Scaremare in Lynchburg without the 3 hour wait to go in. I was surprised to note that there were a lot of dead babies. In fact, there was one room of nothing but dead babies. I wasn't offended at all. It demonstrates our society's horror over infant death. It's right up there with dismemberment and evil clowns. It isn't funny and it isn't meant to be. Halloween is about collectively laughing in the face of death and confronting our worst nightmares. Maybe that's why I enjoy haunted houses so much.
  Yesterday we went grocery shopping which just about did me in. Thank heavens for John! He pushed the cart, managed the list, unloaded the cart, and then unloaded the groceries while I put my feet up. And then he made supper. He's really quite amazing. Last week he cleaned the bathroom because I didn't want to be exposed to all of the chemicals and he mopped the kitchen floor. He just does a million little things every day to make my life easier and I appreciate it so much! I couldn't ask for a better man!
 It's a cold, windy, rainy day here in Anchorage. The kind of day that makes you want to curl up on the couch with a good book and cup of tea. But, I won't. I have water aerobics tonight and if I sit on the couch I will fall asleep and all will be lost!