39.5 weeks.

And yes, I'm taking credit for that half. I feel like every day is an accomplishment at this point. I'm so T.I.R.E.D. I don't remember being this tired at the end last time. Maybe it's because I'm chasing around a crazy 2.5 year old that likes to growl at everything and everyone and is exiled to time out multiple times a day for not L.I.S.T.E.N.I.N.G. Seriously, defintely our biggest challenge. I'm sure I'm not alone. I also feel that I might scream if I have to pee more than once within a 30 minute period. And I counted the other night, I got up every hour, so that's like 7 times. It can't get much worse than that, right?! So, I'm actually hoping I'll sleep better AFTER the baby comes?! Wishful thinking?!?

I've gained less weight this time, but seriously cringe at the thought of my jeans I bought at the beginning of pregnancy. I wear black leggings pretty much every day, and I'm pretty sure Levi is tired of seeing those. Sorry babe, comfort first at this point is the #1 priority. I think carrying the pregnancy weight, plus a flailing 30lb. two year old all the time has made all my weight gain turn to muscle. Plus, I hear funfetti cake and mini m&m's turn fat to muscle. Hope that's right! :)

So, as of Thursday AM, this baby is coming whether she likes it or not. I was caught off gaurd when the doc asked if I wanted an elective induction before my 40 week mark (which is Sunday, so not far off), and I immediately replied no. But then it was brought to my attention that well, Thursday would work better with Levi's work schedule, my mom could get here in time, we could arrange for B to be taken care of and most important, I could shave my legs and get my pedicure in time. Priorities people. JK.

Actually, having a date set, freaks me out. Makes it a little too real. For being such a planner, I like the idea of surprise with this and it all coming on it's own. Induction kind of scares me, but that's ok, I'm sure it will all be fine. And 2.2.12 is a nice date. And of course it's been a dream of mine to have a Groundhog Day baby. Dreams really do come true!

It's all a little bittersweet. I'm one of those people that actually enjoys being pregnant (for the most part) and have now been blessed with 2 easy pregnancies (minus a few weeks of morning sickness, not many escape that wrath). It's kind of one of those things I don't want to take forgranted, because I know there are so many that might not get to experience this, me being one of them on this 2nd round. So actually, I'm grateful for all the pee breaks, sleepless nights, weight gain, crazy horomones and rolling around like a beached whale when trying to get off the floor. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful it's not permanent, but it's all worth it when you get a precious baby out of the whole deal, which will all be happening in about 24 hours.

And then our lives will change forever, again. Change is hard...and scary. I'm comfortable with the way things are now. We have a routine and it works. It's as easy as life can be with a two year old, which definitely isn't all the time! And the guilt. That's one of those things that comes up often in my sleepless nights. That and the fact I have to go back to work kills me. But, such is life. We all have to do things we don't want to do. But, back to the guilt. I'm sure every mother has felt this with every birth of their subsequent children. And I know it will instantly happen once I hold that baby, but I think, how can I possibly have more love to share that what I'm already giving my first. And poor Brecken's whole existence as she knows it is over. I know it will be an adjustment for all of us, I just hope it's all for the better.

Good thing I've been kept pretty busy to keep my mind off of things with work and my new calling as 2nd councilor in the Relief Society Presidency. Yeah, didn't see that one coming AT ALL. I keep saying this a mom calling and Levi keeps reminding me I AM a mom. Guess I'm getting old...

So there ya go, all the emotional thoughts of a crazy pregnant lady and almost mom of two.