This week has been crazy. We were supposed to do a big move tomorrow, but thanks to a wake, a pretty much all day funeral, and some crazy colds, we are getting a lot of nothing accomplished here. *Maybe* Saturday?? *Maybe* Monday? I don't know. Doug took Sunday off or work, so he is off the next 4 days. I want to be moved in asap so that we can FINALLY try to relax/chill out one of these weeks/months before the crazy delivery. I feel so bad for my husband, bc he is doing so much with this move, and I truly appreciate it. I just feel a whole lot of useless lately. I try to pack a few boxes every day, I have thrown out a bunch of trash bags filled with way too much of our junk, but besides that, I do nothing. Poor Doug has to do the brunt of the move, and he does it mostly with a smile. He certainly rocks.
I am trying not to think about the delivery for now. Just makes things easier not to worry. I have a B.A. in worrying though, its hard not to do what I do best. But worrying doesn't make things any easier. I just want to enjoy every minute of today, and *try my hardest* not to worry about tomorrow.
I am 24 weeks tomorrow. Ansen is getting more and more viable as each days passes. I am so grateful that I have been able to get him this far, and I am hoping for quite a few more weeks/months. I was just enjoying feeling him kicking and rolling around in there, in response to his dinner. He always moves around the most at night-especially from like 9-11 pm....its so nice to be able to enjoy my quiet night moments with him moving all over the place. I will miss the specialness of feeling that little life within me when its all over. I am still amazed that I have been able to do this so many times. Even though this is my 5th pregnancy, it doesn't lose its magic. In fact, it seems *that* much more magical, bc I get to see how 9 months results in these amazing little people, who just continue to grow more and learn more each and every day.