Full Moon

Hey everyone! I hope your week is off to a good start. Mine has been good so far. As you've probably already assumed, the full moon on Sunday didn't put me into labor. I didn't think it would since I'm not full term yet but a teeny little piece of me wondered if it would happen. When I first found out I was pregnant, I looked into when we would have full moons in March and April and put them into my calendar on my phone. Ha!! The next one is April 15----4 days past my due date. If this baby doesn't come before my due date my world will collapse. However, if April 11 comes and goes and Campbell is still just hanging out in my belly, I'd be willing to bet pretty good money that the full moon would give him the little push he needs to make his arrival. Let's hope it doesn't come to that. I can't tell you how many people have told me "the first one comes early" and I'm crossing my fingers that they're all right. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally content and completely fine right now. It's just the anticipation of it all that's killing me! 

I'm trying to relax and enjoy these last few weeks. I only have a short amount of time left to be pregnant which makes me a little sad. I love being pregnant and you only get to experience it for such a short amount of time in your life and I know there will be so many things about it that I'll miss. I'm also trying to soak in these last few days with my husband and it being just the two of us. We were cuddling in bed on Sunday and tears filled my eyes and I got so emotional thinking about our life together and how everything is about to change. I'm so looking forward to the change but it will never be just the two of us ever again. That's worthy of a tiny cry, right? I find myself crying quite a bit these days. I was imagining saying goodbye to Ivy and Madison as we're headed to the hospital and it opened the flood gates. Their little lives are about to change and it makes me sad for them. Hopefully their lives won't change at all but they probably will a little bit and I hate that. They're my babies too and deserve all of my love and attention. Want to know what opens the flood gates the most? Imagining seeing Campbell for the first time. Everyone tells me that you're so exhausted and glad it's over that you don't really get emotional and cry but I have a feeling I'll be sobbing buckets. Tears are filling my eyes now thinking about. I can't wait to hold my precious baby.

Speaking of precious babies, my girls got much needed haircuts today. They were looking like such a mess even though it's only been 5 weeks since they last went to the beauty shop. Don't they look pretty!? They're always so worn out when they get home from the groomer. I think it emotionally drains them. I think it's safe to say going to the groomer isn't their favorite. Although they do behave like very good girls....or so I'm told. 

I'm pretty worn out myself. I think it's time for me to get myself in bed. Until tomorrow....