I am feeling very very done with being pregnant. Poor Gideon has been putting up with a very crabby beast of a wife these days. I'm so much bigger than last time and it's just so so hot. I have crazy heartburn 24/7, I can't sleep any more (up puking my guts out at 4 am this week. . . awesome), I can't breathe, my back and groin is constantly killing me, my feet feel like someone beat them with cinder blocks all day long, and I also feel like someone keeps hitting me with a metal baseball bat in the crotch, thanks to Mason's attempts to vacate his residence a little bit early (wow that was a LOT of complaining, and information. Sorry. Feels good to get it out though!) Oh and one more thing. I have no idea how there are women in the world who just go on and on about how they love being pregnant. That blows my mind!! I have a few friends and know of lots more women who feel totally fine during pregnancy. I know about half a dozen ( literally ) women who are due within a week of my due date. Every time I ask one of them how they're doing and they say "Fine! I feel so great!" I just want to kick them in the shins and stomp away. Maybe I'm just a negative person or something, and maybe I am just a total wimp, but when someone asks me how I'm doing I try and say "fine" because I think that implies "fine for being 9 months pregnant, as in I'm not experiencing any life threatening complications, thank you." Truthfully I'm glad there are people who experience more comfortable pregnancies than me. But I don't want to hear about how great they feel when I am wishing I could die. I know it is all so worth it and I really do feel so lucky to be able to bring my children into this world. But really. . . with every braxton hicks I just keep hoping it will turn into the real thing and pregnancy will be over! (If you read this in 15 years Mason, please know how much moms go through for their kids and give me a break from your teenage ways. Although I'm sure you're going to be the perfect child and never rebel or be sassy or anything-I'm just covering my bases ;) )
On a lighter note, Finn has started giving my belly soft sweet kisses instead of the head-butt he used to think qualified as "kisses for baby Mason." So that's a relief- maybe he's catching on to the whole "be soft" thing and won't mangle the new baby when he comes home.
4th of July
Our 4th was so very laid back this year. It was too hot to do much, we are on a student budget and Gideon had school. We mostly tried to distract ourselves from the fact that almost all of Gideon's family was together for a reunion in California. We so wanted to be there with the family, but we were lucky enough to go last year and there will be plenty of years in the future that we'll be able to go.
We had waffles for breakfast and spent most of the day watching history channel's show about the revolution. So nerdy, I know, but we loved it. We decided since we couldn't do our own barbecue, to go down to the BYU Creamery and get burgers and fries. Their burgers taste just like the homemade ones I had growing up. So yummy! Finn behaved long enough for us to eat and it was pretty fun.
Even though we didn't do anything super fun like we have in years past, it was really nice for Gideon to have the day off and just enjoy being together as a family. Finn keeps us quite entertained these days anyways. :) We remembered our fun traditions from growing up, and looked forward to the fun family get togethers we hope to have in the future. And most of all, we felt a real gratitude for a safe and peaceful place to live, where we enjoy so many wonderful freedoms. Thanks to all the service men and women who put their lives at stake, who work so hard and sacrifice so much so that we can sleep soundly in our beds at night.