This is rough.

I'm not much of a complainer. I mean, I am- well to those that I'm close to but I feel like I am drowning here.
It is so hot, Eddie is gone for 2 more weeks, I have a baby looming and I'm trying to keep up with my 8 year old.
Man, I am struggling a little bit.

Crab, cocktail sauce and chocolate milk.

Ya, I said it-
that's what's for dinner.

Relaxing is over

Time to get to work.
We spent the better part of our evening getting her room ready. Eddie sanded the crib and I said good bye to some lovely shoes. We felt it necessary for some of them to go- you know, so Elvis will have a place to call her own.
It's crazy the enormous amount of shoes I have, I mean really. Getting ready for this baby, I don't know if it's the hormones or what but I'm even looking at them thinking "what the hell was I thinking?". I have WAY too many shoes... alright, there's no such thing as too many but seriously I have a problem. A problem that seems to be checking itself during this pregnancy. I am being ruthless, just chucking stuff left and right. If I don't use it or need it- it's out. We have a big house but there's no room for extra stuff now that we are moving in the fourth human, along with our two dogs, two cats and walking sticks. It's just common sense I think to get rid of some things. Will I regret getting rid of anything after the birth? Probably not. I'm not big on regret. I try to teach Q to get rid of things he doesn't need or use- I try to teach him that we don't "love" things, they're just things... he's getting there. But it's true, things are just things... if I had to grab anything from my house besides my people and animals- I can't imagine what I would take... my hard drive? Or maybe my wedding video, yeah, I'd grab that. It's only three minutes long but it's hilarious.

Well...

I'm tired.
I'm really tired.
Last two nights I've felt a little bit fluish, contractions are starting to bother me too.
I am hoping I just need to take it easy and I will get back some energy soon. This last month has really been amazing, so I think I will take a day and just relax.

Heartburn!

Yikes. I remember this, it's all rushing back to me now. Like a flow of hot magma, searing through my chest and percolating up my throat. I'd kill a drifter to get my hands on a stack of Tums but it's late and the hotel has nothing. I'd send Eddie out searching but I am some sort of masochist tonight. I suffer for his relaxation.
I weighed myself in Manchester yesterday in a pharmacy. It spit out a slip with the wight printed on it, I was a bit relieved the machine didn't shout out the number but I am pretty proud of my weight- after all I am having a baby, not laying an egg. So I am looking at the paper and it has my weight in stones. It was awesome, you hear "stones" in movies and things but I never really knew they used the term. Well, they use it lightly because I asked the pharmacist how many pounds was in a stone and he didn't really know. Then again at the cafe, I asked the waitress and she didn't seem quite sure either. Anyway, I have gained a whopping 3 lbs on this trip. I was SHOCKED!! That's it?! I have been eating the best stuff they've got out here and everything comes with bread- it has been delicious and I just really thought I would have gained a cool 10 lbs. So I guess all the stairs I have been taking are doing their thing. My shirts are getting shorter but my pants still fit. Which is good, the shopping is great over here but it is so damn expensive. I have to think about that baby I will need to clothe in a few short months. She, on the other hand has picked up quite a collection of European duds. Hey, I have to splurge. I never wanted to go to school wearing the same thing as everyone else. Since I was young, so I am hoping to pass on the family tradition.

Less than 3 months now

It is hard to travel when you are looking down the ass end of 6 months pregnant, but I am not complaining... not too much anyway.

The braxton hicks are starting to get a little tighter than before. I remember all of this from before but it is a little nerve racking when you are out of the country. Not that I am staying up nights (for that reason) but I'm being careful, cautious. I have been trying to drink a ton of water but for some reason I have been craving coffee.

28 weeks this week, it is hard to believe I have less than 3 months. I am looking forward to the end of this but at the same time, I'm nervous. About the usual stuff I guess. The late nights, early mornings, diapers and constant feedings... sounds a little like being on tour...

Could it be?

That my clothes are shrinking?

Seems as though they are... hmmm, what to do, what to do.

I guess it's that time in the tour to start shopping?