Slooooooooow down

In the last few weeks I've begun nesting.  Really I've just been throwing away a mass of good quality items without remorse or even considering hauling it to Goodwill. And Justin gets real mad when I don't haul said quality items to Goodwill...so I've been nesting while he's at work. teehee. We have too much stuff in this crackerbox!

Last weekend we took our final roadtrip before Rowan's arrival to Ruidoso with friends.  It was relaxing and grand in that I didn't have to cook dinner every night. We (Justin) took Hans tubing at Winter Park and I got plenty of girl time in between chasing and putting 5 rugrats in time-out.  Sometimes I'm so thankful that God put me in a military lifestyle- I've made dear friends of all personalities and histories. We have a common bond and help each other out in ways "regular" women just don't get.  And although at times I wish I could live in the same city forever, down the road from Grandma and Grandpa and all of my old friends, I'm on an adventure that forces me to branch out, examine myself and open up to new opportunities and people.  And it has changed me for the better, thank the Lord for that.

On the Rowan homefront, I had a check-up a few days ago.  Turns out "things" are progressing and I am to start weekly visits from now on.  My midwife thinks that I'll deliver by 37-38 weeks...that's mid April aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!  When I called Justin and told him that my cervix is beginning to thin he said, "Oh boy. I think my cervix just thinned out a little bit."
What a clownshow. 
So I still have nothing done in the nursery.  Enter Gay and Johnnie.  They'll be here thru the weekend, Johnnie will start painting and Gay will start sewing.  And everything will be okay.  Because there's not much Gay can't do.  And I'm helpless, even still at 33, without Gay. And I'm not ashamed to admit it. Cuz I just did.