This baby is practicing the splits in my belly today. Please, please don't let it be a cheerleader. No offense. I can't do cheerleaders. I can do things like volleyball, baseball, softball, and football. Even basketball (though I stink and haven't played seriously since I was the point guard on the SES junior high championship team of 1992). Seriously, it feels like two rocks are poking out from my sides, and feels equally delightful. I think I just want to complain today. I'll gripe about the fact that I was awake from 3:15 - 5:30 or 6 this morning. I caught up on Hawkeye, Pierce, and the gang and several infomercials. When we decide to re-do our floors in wood, I'm set because there's an amazing tool called the Shark Steam Pocket complete with "next generation technology" and there's nothing like it! My belly is having alien moments nonstop now. It is bursting...and making me groan out loud from the startling power of its boxing technique. My belly is also lopsided. Baby tends to the right - I can look down and visibly see that my shirt is off kilter. I am decidedly ADD when it comes to work. I'll go and go and get so much done and then all I want to do is read gossip sites and look at the sale emails the evil Nordstrom/Steve Madden/Victoria's Secret send.

Jack is as silly as ever. He is fighting potty training (I am throwing in the towel for now), however he does tell me he has to go #2, which makes me laugh. Yesterday he lined up the firetrucks on the bathroom counter so they could watch him. Then they all had to go also. Except one, who "had an accident and needs to change his Pull Up". He doesn't understand that I am incapable of doing certain things with him these days and wants to roughhouse constantly. Jumping on my belly, playing "horsey back", running, tackling. I do what I can, but I am limited. He has convinced himself there is a bug flying around in my stomach, and I argued with him for two nights about no, there's no bug. It's just baby moving. I think he has finally relented. I told him I let the bug outside. He's getting to the age where things worry him and every night before bed we have to go through all of the noises...the dogs running, the cat, the air conditioner, bugs outside, daddy walking upstairs. The whole drill. Endless questions. It does test my patience at times and I feel guilty that sometimes I wind up tuning it out. Oops...it's just that my attention span at this point is probably even smaller than his. He is such a great kid, though. Telling us to be careful when we leave and his concern for everything around him. His kiss-blowing and belly love. I love him times ten bazillion.

My birthday is Friday...the big 32. I can say I'd rather be this age than 22 again. Or maybe just 22 knowing what I know now? Not really...life is happy and good. It will be a pretty low key weekend...except that the Jayhawks open up their football season and I am so excited about it I could wet my pants! I love this time of year. We head to the doc tomorrow morning to find out what's going on down south...I'm interested to know. I feel this baby is going to come in September vs. October, but who can say. I'll probably be pregnant until October 10 just to spite myself. It's every week after this - something that will surely make the time go quicker. I love these last few moments of anticipation and getting things in order. Oh, my niece just called and told me the baby must be birthed before October 5...band concert...I'll see what I can do about that.