It's been a busy week. We are trying really hard to blaze through as many school lessons as possible between now and the birth of the baby. Plus of course there are still projects that I am frantically trying to finish, including the quilts.
I actually made a ton of progress on the second quilt yesterday, and thought I would be able to announce that I finally had the top of it done. Then as I got to the end of sewing the last long strip of squares to the rest of the quilt, I discovered that somehow the strip had ended up two inches too short. I don't even understand how it is scientifically possible, as the strip measured just fine next to the quilt before I started sewing. Upon this discovery, I may or may not have let out a four-letter word. Or two. Then I called to Brian, who came to my rescue and began the arduous process of seam-ripping. I took my cankles to bed.
Speaking of my cankles, I haven't ever posted a picture of them because something strange happened. They went away. For the past five weeks or so, I have had normal-sized ankles. That has never happened to me in a pregnancy before. So I've been taking advantage of it and wearing things like leggings and ballet-flats. And feeling pretty darn sexy. But then this week, the cankles came back with a vengeance. Same with leg pain, back pain, and, um, an inability to walk normal. My mom thinks it's possible I overdid things last weekend. I'm not sure.
I'll be 35 weeks tomorrow. The only reason I'm really counting is that I have to be at least 37 weeks to deliver at the birthing center. I really want that to happen. I don't know why, but I've felt like this whole pregnancy has been a series of nervous-milestones. I really just want to get to the point where I am holding this baby and all is healthy.
Brian and the little boys are doing Monster Jam tonight, and I am having a girl's night out. Then tomorrow it's - yep, back to projects!