Getting closer...

The end is almost near, ahhh what a relief it will be when all is over.  This weekend was particularly hard for me because I was having contractions like crazy Saturday night, I mean real painful to the point when tears were coming out... I started to get ready finally packing my bag to take to the hospital and doing some last minute preparations when the contractions stopped.  Dan was so excited thinking that it was going to happen that night.  The contractions came and went Sunday as well, so it was kind of frustrating.
I had a major meltdown Saturday morning too when I was injecting myself insulin.  I have a problem with needles big time, when I was a kid (a very sick kid most of the time) they had to give me daily shots for whatever sickness I had and I hated it, I did OK until the last day when I just did not want that needle close to my butt, I was making it really hard for my aunt to inject me that the needle broke in half leaving the other half in my butt... everyone started to run and went to find a nice old lady to help me out.  In the end the needle came out, the shot was given and I was done but left a permanent scar in my brain and I think that is why I hate needles.  The thing is that it is  ME the one that is doing these injections this time, it feels wrong to be poking myself so many times during the day not only on my fingers to check my blood but also my tummy (who is now sporting a new look of purple bruises every where), thighs and arms....  and all for the love of a child.
I know I have complained so much during this pregnancy, I promise it is almost done and I really rather deal with the sleepless nights than with all this crazy poking.  I am having a hard time not over eating, do you know how hard it is for a pregnant mom to avoid eating at all times of the day?  Well it is very very hard, measuring the food and eating only at certain times is crazy. 

I don't regret making the decision to have another baby, never for a minute have I thought that it was a crazy idea or that it is not worth all the trouble, to the contrary I feel so blessed to be able to have one more baby, she has made me appreciate life so much more already.  I have taken things for granted but I am looking at things in a new and positive way, I feel that I am getting stronger spiritually and getting closer to my Heavenly Father through my prayers.  Some times all we need is to deal with the hard times right?

On a side note, our master bathroom started leaking a few months ago and it made a spot on our ceiling.  We stopped using our shower for a while but then once we started using it again the spot got bigger and bigger.  It was so embarrassing to look at it and when ever people came over it made think that is all they were looking at.  Being sick and pregnant made it hard for me to get somebody to come over a fix it, mainly because I didn't want anybody going into my bedroom that was real messy and I had no energy to clean it up either.  So finally last week I cleaned up my room and called a handyman I found and he came over the next day, he seemed very honest and the price he quoted was just right for us.  So came Saturday to start working on it and fixed our leak, today he came over to finish the job and it has the texture and everything.  I told him that we would take care of the painting since I am not sure when the baby will come and don't want to start something we can't finish all the way, so even though we will have a white spot on the ceiling now it is much better than a black and orange moldy spot right?
My main concern was to bring our baby home to safe environment and now I feel better about it, plus my room looks great and now we have a handyman we can call for our little projects I want to work on this year :)