The hormones have hit the fan

You know you are in your third trimester when this happens:

 Last night after realizing how hungry I was at 10:30 at night( after a long day shopping with my mom and sisters:) I got up to make a snack. I made jimmy dean sandwiches, a toaster strudel, and spooned myself a bowl of frozen yogurt. Got in bed. Unwrapped my jimmy dean sandwiches to find that all the delicious gooey ness of the cheese had magically crawled off my now nasty ham on biscuit, onto the paper towel. And died. After getting over the fact that I couldn't even microwave something correctly, I devoured...and moved on. Frosting my toaster strudel was way more fun than it usually is! Usually the frosting gets so melty that the cool designs you make are just a big ugly blob by the time you finish. But this time it was so pretty. I was so proud and anticipated the deliciousness of my first bite. COLD. Dumb. I began to weep. I could not even make food for own my hungry tummy. Not even freezer to toaster or freezer to microwave meals. "How am I going to be a mother?" I thought. After bob laughing histaricly at the sillyness of pregmones, he was nice enough to get up, and make me some tasty pepper jack grilled cheese on Vienna bread. We decided he should start a restaurant, and I hit the pillow.

 All is well. Until....

At 5 am I lay awake this morning thinking about all the things that I have not done yet to prepare for the arrival of someone so special. I must still be very young and naive to have thoroughly thought through how my shower routine will be quicker when I am a mother, and have yet to purchase something for my daughter! Even after a day of shopping, my selfish self needs to be slapped. Today I go to GR for an appointment with the midwife, and shopping for maternity clothes with the mother in law after. More all about me. :( I mean.... I am just wearing my sisters jeans that are bigger than normal so they button, and the shirts that cover my belly are cycling around from the wash machine to my body. But I am really looking forward to maybe going into kohls, and buying something for my daughter. It sounds so cute and now I think I get why I was so spoiled growing up. I mean. My mom did have the practice of 3 girls before me. So it's no wonder she is a champ at it. She STILL surprises me with things well after I have moved out and am on my own. From the most scrumptious bars to christmas garlands to clothes for my unborn baby. (Which I, the MOTHER have not yet managed.) I hope today I can find a little peace. I pray my mind is eased and I will ask God about what i have in my arms before a purchase as I shop. I am so blessed to have people that are so supportive, and a God that is so much bigger than my problems. Someone is always there for me. Whether I need a hug, my mothers bars, or peace. Someone out there is willing to help. And someone else out there is much much bigger than me. Why do I need to worry when I know God loves me more than my human friends are capable of. This week I pray for rest. Not the sleepy kind, but rest in God an the reminders of what I already know. There is a much bigger picture and I already know who wins the war. :)

 Pink ruffles and bulging bellies

Elyse