We had a nice, fun-filled weekend of birthday celebrating, and bike riding (both kids got bikes and are enjoying them muchly), and the Marietta Greek Festival (yum), and doing things around the house. Morgan is now taking swimming lessons (as of last Friday) and with the biking, has been unusually physically active in the past several days and thus more cranky by the end of the day. But she goes RIGHT to sleep. Awesome.
Now I'm in super-crazy-whirlwind-organizing mode because this baby is a month out. With every passing day, it's harder for me to bend over to pick things up off the floor or empty the dryer, so I have an acute sense of Needing To Do Things Today Lest Tomorrow I Cannot Reach. I'm starting to bump into things and children with my belly and can't see my feet going down the stairs. With my third-time-around wisdom, I know that this won't last forever--and then the REAL work and discomfort will set in! (But he'll be cute, and thus, worth it.)
I was talking to Ryan the other day about how the baby is almost here, and you can tell because my belly is getting bigger, and he remarked, "I know! Your belly is bigger than your breastses, and you know that's big!" It just killed me. He's always been a boob man.