Two weeks to go...

I have been slacking again, but I have a good excuse.  I am now a little over 38 weeks pregnant.  I am tired.  I haven't been blogging consistently, but I haven't been cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, or sleeping consistently either.  Poor A, he really has been learning to do a lot more around the house this past week.  He has told me many times throughout the pregnancy, "I'll do whatever you need me to do for you,"  well now it's turned into whatever he needs to do for himself too because I probably didn't do it.  I feel bad about my recent laziness, but I have made it quite a long way into the pregnancy before it became an excuse for anything, so I guess I'm not that bad... I am also very grateful that I have made it this far before becoming 'uncomfortable' as I've always heard and read it.  I think that's just a really nice way to say that everything hurts and you'd really rather not move, except for the fact that it also hurts to stay in one position too long.  Until about a week ago, I was honestly in no hurry to have Baby T - not that I didn't want him to be here, I just wasn't impatient yet.  Now I am.  He has completely ran out of room; I think I can feel everything he does now and it's not all that pleasant.  I miss the cute little fluttery kicks, now I have the foot-lodged-in-my-ribs-and-still-kicking kicks. I am still terrified about bringing him into the world, but I guess this stage of pregnancy is designed to make me want to face that fear.  I know I sound a little pessimistic, and I don't mean to at all.  I am just finally living the reality of the last few weeks of pregnancy.  I always heard that it would be as bad as the first few weeks, and I believe it now.  But, it will be over before I know it and Baby T will be here, so I'm still pretty excited too!