Check Marks

Our Primary Program is over. Hazzah! I can't express to you what a relief that is for me. I'm not sure if I've blogged about it or not, but I am the Primary Chorister in my ward right now. To put it lightly, it's not my most favorite calling I've ever had. I do not have a single musical bone in my body. I can't sing...not I don't like to sing, or I won't sing...I CAN'T sing, I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. I can't play the piano. I can't read music. And aside from waving my hand around in the air, I know next to nothing about how to lead music. So, I'm not really sure why I'm the chorister, other than the bishop asked me to be, and I was always taught not to turn down a calling. But it's a struggle for me. (And being pregnant doesn't really help.) Our piano player is the sweetest nicest lady, and she keeps asking me, "How do you want me to play this song, I'm trying to follow you leading but it seems like we go a little fast, what do you think?" And I just laughed right out loud and said, "Please don't try to follow my leading, I have no idea what I'm doing up there. Just play the piano the way the song is written and I'll do my best to follow you." Eye-yi-yi. I'm constantly screwing up words, coming in too early, and missing the cue for when the intro ends and the singing is supposed to begin. I make an idiot out of myself on a weekly basis. It's like a really bad case of the blind leading people who can already see just fine. I'm sure I've made the kids worse singers than they were before I got put in.

But miracles do happen, and the kids did wonderful at the Primary Program. And now it's over. Yay! There's one major event to cross off my list of things I have to do before Ruby comes. The next one is the homeschool group field trip I'm in charge of planning this month and then Halloween. (Both are on the same day.)

Then October will be over and it will be November. I could have the baby in November. It's possible. Wouldn't it be wonderful? I'm rooting for November. And actually if I could pick a day in November, I'd pick November 20th. That's my dad's birthday. But that's a little too early for me to think it'll really happen. Aaron's birthday is the 23rd, but I think I'd rather keep the two birthdays separate. Especially because Thanksgiving usually falls right around there as well, and having Thanksgiving and 2 birthdays to celebrate all in one day sounds a little too chaotic for me. I don't feel like I'd be able to give all three things the time and one-on-one attention they deserved. Anywhere between the 24th-30th would be good. If only we could plan, right? That would make life so much easier. I envy the c-section people for that reason. They know they're having a baby on this day, they arrange someone to watch the other kids, it's all nice and low stress like that. I think my biggest stress of pregnancy is the unknown of when the baby will come. Will I be able to get to Aaron, and get all of our kids where they need to be before the baby is born in the car? Ya.

I'm getting excited for Ruby to be here though. To meet her, and find out what her little personality is like, and how she will fit into our family. Aaron's pretty sure she's going to be a Type 3 because we picked the name Ruby for it's sassyness quality and to take after me. I'm not convinced she's a Type 3, (although, the clothing choices I've made for her might suggest otherwise) but I definitely think she's got a good chance of being a higher energy. A Type 1 or a Type 3. She moves around a lot more than Ollie did. With Ollie sometimes I'd have to try really hard to feel him move, and sometimes he made me nervous with how little he moved. But not Ruby. With her, pretty much all I have to do is pause and think about it for a second and yep, there she is. But, Lincoln was fairly active in the womb too, and he's a Type 4, so really anything is possible.

I went to my 34 week doctor's appointment today. It was a quick one. Everything looks good. I go back in two weeks. I have to have some blood drawn because my platelets were low last time. And after that I'm in every week until the end. I scheduled all the rest of my doctor's appointments today. it was kind of crazy. That's only 4 more doctor's appointments. FOUR. And that's only if I go a full 40 weeks. The end is near. I should be nervous, but I'm not, really. Not as nervous as I usually am at this point anyway. I am excited though...for the baby...not for the labor and delivery part. But I don't have the anxiety for the labor/delivery that I usually do. Not sure why that is. Maybe it will hit in the next couple of weeks or so, but I felt like I spent almost all of my pregnancy with Oliver dreading labor and delivery. And maybe, because I had the epidural and his delivery ended up being so calm and peaceful, it's taken all the anxiety away. Or, maybe I've just kept myself so busy, I haven't had time to think about being anxious. Who knows. :)

But really, I'm doing well. As long as I don't have to bend over. One of the kids spilling something on the floor that I have to bend over to clean up, is just about the fastest way to watch me come unhinged. It shouldn't be like that...I don't really like being Mom-zilla. But for crying out loud, let's just stop spilling things on the floor for the next 6 weeks, shall we?