First off, after two solid months of house-hunting (with innumerable months of internet-browsing and open house-visiting beforehand), we finally put an offer on a house we love and had it accepted last weekend. We have the inspection scheduled for next Tuesday and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that everything runs smoothly with it. Here's hopin' that everything will go as planned and we'll be able to start moving in May 10th. That will leave me with less then a mere month and a half before baby #4 is due (not to mention I have a tendency to go early). Which brings me to my next point...
I'm 28 weeks pregnant today (7 months for all y'all not familiar with baby lingo), entering the ever-exciting (not really) third trimester. My, how time flies when you're having fun (again, not really). All joking aside, though, I can't really complain too much about this pregnancy. I'm so eternally grateful to be having this baby that I'm willing to put up with a whole lot of pregnancy crap. It's been a little physically harder on me then they usually are (although nothing beats my first; that one was so, so physically draining), which I suspect has something to do with the fact I have to regularly drag Ezra kicking and screaming to his bedroom for time-out, tussle with Georgia while attempting to force some sort of clothing on her ever-naked body, and chase after Scarlett who refuses to stay attached to me in any environment (unless, of course, I'm trying to do something on the computer or consume nutrients of any kind). It'll be insane trying to move into a house while 34 weeks pregnant, but that's ok. I've done it before when we moved cross-country while pregnant with Georgia (I had her just over a week after moving into our rental house) and I'm sure I can do it again.
An extremely unflattering 28 week self-portrait
The kids have all been fairly difficult lately. Ezra and Georgia have just seemed more tired and temperamental then normal and I'm not sure why. I don't know if they haven't really adjusted to day light saving yet or if they've had a bug I haven't picked up on or what, but it's gotten old reeeeal quick-like. Scarlett is pretty much the same little sassy energizer bunny as normal, although now you've got to throw in the terrible twos for good measure. She's also having 3 times as many potty accidents lately. I think she's just hit that lazy phase that most toddlers do when they decide they've got a handle on this potty-training thing and don't need to hurry to the bathroom after all. Throw in some general laziness and high levels of tolerance with wet panties and you end up with five accidents a day. In good news, though, I've started bribing...errr..."rewarding" her with chocolate for staying dry and it seems to be helping a bit. Scarli's also still waking up multiple times a night and it's got me worried for when the new baby comes. It's nothing big, she just thrashes around and throws off her blankets while calling for me and I have to go in and resettle her, but I'm not sure what to do about it. I suspect possibly nightmares since she often doesn't even really wake up while she's doing it. It's exhausting enough right now just being beached-whale pregnant, but throw in a newborn and it might be enough to push me over the edge. Suggestions?
That's about it around here. I've been working on some random crafts. Maybe I'll take pictures of them when I get up the motivation and finish with a big one in particular. I have also been doing some schizophrenic nesting. I don't productively nest like normal women, oh no, I have to do random unnecessary things like wash every wall in my dining room and pick out the blessing outfit for baby 5 months in advance. Thanks for your patience in my blogging funk, oh loyal readers, stick with me and I'll have excited stuff approaching in the next few months (moving and birthing and birthdays, oh my!).
(which, despite not having taken a German class for 7 years, is still the goodbye I say in my head)