Well I made it another day. Still prego this may 8th. It was a little hit an miss there on Wednesday. I had a ton of contractions and they got more and more regular, but then they settled down again. whew. Just have to make it until next wednesday. 5 more nights and I won’t be headed back to Kamloops. The following wednesday and I’ll be considered term! Wow this is coming fast…AND really slow. My days seem to take forever. I feel like a teenager again with all this interwebs surfable time. I even stated playing with tickers. you know, those lame countdown widgetey things. I’m not sure If I can get any to work on here, but I’ll try. I think I’ll try and scan my last ultrasound today too. I found the scanner. 

Well actually Cara found the scanner. I was in serious “NEED TO NEST” mode yesterday, but after a couple of minutes of just stacking dishes, I was done. So then I had this BRILLIANT idea. I asked Cara (the girl who lives with us) if she would help me do laundry. I can sit and fold, but I cant run the dumb stuff up and down the stairs or swap it or even pick it up.  So Cara went great guns doing laundry. Then she made the mistake of saying she had nothing to do for the day so “If you need help with anything else that would be fine”. Thats like telling me you are bored. I can always find something for bored people to do. So we started in the kitchen, which still had stuff from Emily’s party in it. Then we cleaned the whole office. I was trying to figure out why it was such a dive with cardboard boxes(bain of my existance) everywhere. Thats when I remembered that a couple days after we moved here I went into labour at 22 weeks. I’m still thanking the Lord that it stopped. This baby is such a miracle baby. Anyways. for the record. I didn’t clean the whole office, but I was like a conductor for a cleaning orchestra. I sat and directed or sorted misc crap on my desk. The whole thing looks so great. I found all kinds of stuff that was missing, and some that should have stayed missing like a tupperware full of spaghetti from who knows when. In the midst, the scanner was discovered! It was so great to get some nesting out of my system without putting myself into arly labour AGAIN! 

I have had to learn to resist the urge to clean the floors with a scrub brush or Mr. Clean eraser. It hasn’t been easy. I seem to notice ALL dirt and need to clean it. For those of you who know me even a little bit, you’ll know that this is not the norm for me. Right before I went into labour with Emily(early) I cleaned the floors with a scrub brush. Not that it helped because the floors in our old house were terrible. Then at 22 weeks in this pregnancy I found myself getting rid of scuffs and misc on the floors in our new house. Whats wrong with me. at least now I see the pattern. Last weeks early labor was not onset by floor scrubbing, however, this one was a mystery. They say the main causes of early labour are dehydration, infection, and stress. I had finnished my finals, been taking my vitamins, and stopped drinking anything but water…I was laying on the couch alot reading books because I seemed to have misplace my ankles and I was told that was the best way to find them again. So I really don’t know what the dealio is. I’ve read about an irritable uterus, and thats the olny thing that seems to make sense as far as why this keeps happening. It isnt any of the big obvious things. ok enough prego, bed rest, misc uterus discussion. 

Obviously, I’ve gotten up to early today and have way to much time on my hands. I’m actually blogedy bloging today. For some reason, Emily was the only punk in Sunday school last week. Normally there are tons of lil monkeys down there. So Teacher Karen had lil miss sunshine with a dash of lightning to herself. This is the report I heard regarding this exchange. 

TK: “Emily, how do you know Jesus is real”

EM: “Thats Silly Teacher Karen. Jesus is Real”

TK: “but how do you know he’s real?”

EM: “Cause he’s family Teacher Karen” *insert a hint of 3 year old patronization here)

That’s my girl. I end up 50/50 thinking she has the worlds largest chunk of faith or else the worlds largest imagination. Yesterday I was seated at my couch post. Probably twittering or something. I hear Emily going out onto the deck. “Hey Jesus, do you want to come outside onto the deck with me?”. Then in a deeper voice. “Yes, Emily I love to go outside with you.” Right off the bat I think wow my kid is so spiritual. She really gets this personal relationship with Jesus thing. But then reality hits and I realize, that she’s still playing with Morgan’s Jesus figurine. We are going to have to take that away before something really sacreligious happens.

The other side of that is a little girl who really does have big faith. My back is really sore these days and I must be complainging about it a fair bit because Emily comes up to me, puts her hand on my back, scrunches up her eyes, and prays for my back to feel better. When she’s done praying she pats my back and says “there, does that feel better now.” Just like that, she trusts God enough to answer her prayers. Right away I end up wanting to say something that will encourage her, but not lie to her if it doesn’t feel better, but the awesome thing is that usually is does feel a whole lot better.