SURVIVIAL MODE!!!!

I put the title in all capital letters because it 100% describes what my family and I have been doing lately, we have been surviving. We are down to the last four weeks of this pregnancy and we can all tell that everyone in this family is DONE with me being pregnant. I found out last week that I do in fact have something wrong with my bones. It's more rare than common, not very many pregnant women get it, but I was just "lucky" enough to. Where my hips come together in the front (which is why I have been saying my pubic bones it, that's more the location) the bones have separated too far and too fast. It's called symphysis pubis dysfunction. . He pressed on me exactly where it hurts and said, "does it hurt here", "Ummm YES". The only thing he could tell me was it will get a lot worse the lower the baby drops, Great Just Great. The only thing that he could recommend me doing was walking side ways. Sure like I can do that for the next month. Basically I can't lift my legs up, when I put my pants on in the morning I have to lay them on the ground because even lifting my foot 5 inches off the ground causes severe pain, lifting my legs on the couch is something I try to avoid at all costs, it's pretty miserable. And I of course got it to the most severe. So surviving is what we are doing. I can't bend over either, or get on the ground, because then I can't get back up. I'm sure if someone was watching from out the window it would look pretty funny. But honestly if I get down on the ground to clean or play with the kids it takes about 4 minutes of grunting and groaning and pain to get back up. So I've stopped cleaning (which is not easy for me) and I can't play with the kids (I feel so bad for them). So I am truly and sincerely hoping that the baby will come next weekend. That will put me at almost 37 weeks. If I could plan it and have it my way, I would go into labor next Friday labor at the hospital why David is in class and then when he gets to the hospital push her out. I'm telling you when it rains it pours at our house. Because aside from everything else I was told on Monday that I have group B, so I have to have 6 hours of antibiotics in me before they'll let me deliver the baby. So no matter what it's going to be at least a 6 hour labor. (Which is why I prefer do to that part why David is in school). I really wanted to labor at home for as long as possible and make it to the hospital for the last hour or so. But now I can't do that because of the Group B. This pregnancy is not like the others. But I know that it will all be worth it when I bring home a beautiful little girl at the end of all this.

So here's what we have been up to. The kids watch way to much TV, they eat frozen bagel pizza bites and chicken nuggets for lunch and dinner everyday, (it hurts to much to stand for a long time and make anything that takes longer than 45 seconds in the microwave). I only bath them about every 3 or 4 days when I notice that they are starting to stink (sad and gross I know but what can you do). They never get disciplined anymore because I can't get up and carry them to time out, so they are getting pretty big attitudes. David said the other day that they are going to be in for a big surprise and shock once I have this baby and I can start following through and disciplining them again. I keep telling my friends here that I sure hope the kids don't remember this time in our lives and they won't remember crazy pregnant mom. Like for instance this is what is happening to my sweet Maylee, she is driving me to insanity and I don't know what to do with her. This morning right before we left to go over to our friends house, Dutch yells to me, "Mommy Maylee is peeing on the floor." So I look over and sure enough she is standing there legs apart peeing, so I say "Maylee no, we don't pee pee on the floor." And you know what she starts to do, laugh, she starts laughing, she thought it was so funny. And last night the kids are eating dinner and they are banging there forks on the table as loud as they can. So I told them to stop. Dutch stopped, but Maylee looks at me from the corner of her eye, making sure I am watching and then starts banging her fork again and starts laughing. This girl is a whole different child then Dutch. Sitting in time out works on Dutch, Maylee thinks it's hilarious and when she does something she knows is bad she'll just go to time out by herself when she is done doing whatever it was she wasn't suppose to be doing. The girl is wild. And in my pregnancy state of mind, some days I really think that I might throw her out the window. The only thing saving her is how cute and adorable she is.

As for me, I'm still crafting. Trying to finish the last of the projects for the baby. I lay on the couch more than I like, and it's all I can do to keep my eyes open to watch American Idol in the evenings. This week I feel asleep all three nights before the show ended. So I never get to see the last three people sing and I missed watching which girls went home. David has a really big shelf exam on Monday so he has to spend all his time studying, but a few nights when he can tell that I'm about to kill over, he's volunteered to watch the kids so I can take a long hot bath. It's the only thing I have found, that gives me relief from my bones hurting. But of course I feel so guilty, because I know he needs to study and study. So he is really excited for me to have this baby so he doesn't feel like he is abandoning me anymore. And to top it all off, my mom had surgery so she won't be able to come up and help out when the baby comes and my mother in law has a missionary leaving this month, so if I go into labor to close to that event she can't come either. So it's definitely starting to weigh on my mind about what do to with the kids when I go into labor. Do I call a friend and asked if they can watch the kids and then call another friend and ask her to drive me to the hospital if David is in class. Or do I just drive the kids places and then drive myself to the hospital while I'm in labor. It's going to be interesting to see how this all plays out. Lucky for me I do have good friends (hint hint Jenny) that are more than willing to help out if the need arises. But I have such a hard time asking for help, so now I'm starting to think that this must me Heavenly Father's way of teaching me how to get over my stubbornness and insecurities and just ask for help. But hopefully I can get my way and the baby will be born on a weekend with David completely available. But with my luck she is going to come March 24th, which would be right in the middle of David's exam week at school, and then I would just have to hope that he would be able to make it in time for me to push her out. So lesson learned, getting pregnant the first year of medical school, not the smartest idea.

Here are two of the projects that I finished this week... A bow board (as you can tell I like the flowers the best) And a car seat cover... Yesterday while the kids were playing in there room I just went in and laid on Dutch's bed to watch them. So then they each got there doctor kits out and played doctor on me. I got shots in my belly, my blood pressure was checked, my heart sounds good and my eyes and ears look great. They took really good care of me.

And Brittany this is for you. Yesterday while I was laying on my bed watching Ellen, Maylee gathered up all the baby shoes that I just recently got out of storage and lined them up on my balcony. Just one of the things the kids do that make me laugh.