I'm done!

Put a fork in me... I'm done being pregnant! I'm not really. I have two weeks to go. But I want to be done. I'm big and uncomfortable and tired and everything hurts. I'm getting crankier by the minute. (And the election results didn't exactly help cheer me up today). I think I've just hit my limit of what I feel up to doing. I pretty much just want to sit like the beached whale that I am and wait to go into labor. Unfortunately, I have two toddlers who don't seem to understand that mommy has started a boycot on moving... at all. And this annoys me too. Because as irrational as it is, I feel that my children should understand that I need them to be perfect and calm and obedient and to clean up all their own messes so that I don't actually have to engage in active parenting for the next couple of weeks. lol... Today during naptime, Seth climbed on top of his dresser and somehow toppled the entire dresser and 20" TV over. He was not hurt, but the TV broke. And I'm pretty sure that I pulled every last muscle that wasn't already hurting just trying pick up the furniture and television. I called Josh and he said that it makes sense that Seth would climb on furniture and potentially destroy everything in his wake (because he's three). I find that to be an absolutely ridiculous argument and am no longer interested in Josh's opinion about parenting. Seth should have forseen all the potential consequences of his actions and how much they would irritate me. (I'm just kidding) But it was kind of a rough afternoon. =) I'm just worn out and wish I had a husband who was home more to help me out a little more often. I can't even vacuum without going into a serious episode of contractions. Sometimes I watch the Baby Story on TV and see the dads cleaning the house and giving back rubs and doing all this stuff so the huge pregnant women don't have to move and I feel incredibly jealous. Don't get me wrong, Josh is fantastic when he can be. But he works too much and usually has so much to do when he gets home that I feel bad even asking for help. Although, he did give me a pedicure over the weekend because my feet were too gross (even for him) and I can no longer reach them. That was great. Anyways, enough complaining for now. I just want to have the baby and be done with this stage. =)

On a brighter note: It was a good week overall. Halloween was fun. I took the kids to my parents' because Josh was on call. We had a candy scavenger hunt in our costumes with some friends. The kids enjoyed it and it sufficed for trick-or-treating this year. Seth was Eeyore and Lilah was Piglet, but refused to wear her Piglet face. So I did. then we enjoyed Sunday with Josh as he had the day off and just kind of relaxed. On Monday, Seth had his preschool evaluation for the Hilliard City School District preschool. They just have the kids play at different stations and look for signs that they are on target for normal development for their age. (It's a peer model program where Seth would be a peer model in a classroom with 8 children who have IEPs, that's why the peer models have to be evaluated) Anyways, Seth was accepted into the preschool, which was exciting because it seems like a really great program. He'll start next August and I think he'll really enjoy it. He's already talking about school and how he loves it. He kept saying "Thanks so much mom for taking me to school." Hopefully, it works out well for him. That's about it for us lately.