Four weeks and counting

I have been carrying this baby for 36 weeks now and I am ready to labor! People do not ask me if I'm pregnant anymore, they wonder why I still haven't popped. The other day a little girl asked me if I had a baby inside there (pointing to my belly). I said "yes, a very big baby!" She continued to stair at my belly for a long time. It was so cute. I love this stage of pregnancy minus the fact I feel like a bloated cow.

It's so funny to me that everyone has their own opinions about babyhood and labor. I am grateful that I haven't heard much negativity lately about having children or being pregnant.  It seems that even strangers in the grocery store are excited for me. I guess it would be extremely rude to be negative to a women who is only a few weeks from delivering.  "Hey, good luck with that one, you will regret it." It probably wouldn't phase me anyway. I'm not about to waste energy on being annoyed when I am too excited, blessed and happy to meet this little child of mine.

As I near the end of this nine month stretch, all I have to say is, I love being a women, and I am definitely not ready to be a mother! Good thing my little boy comes without any opinions or any expectations for me. He already loves me even if I have a lot to learn. My friend has a picture on her blog of her little boy all wrapped up in an interesting way. She said that she was dressing him and couldn't figure out why it wasn't working until she noticed that she forgot to put his little arms through. It was adorable! He was just sitting there all content and happy not even caring that mama was having issues. I'm sure I have plenty of those experiences ahead. Thank you for posting that one!

Have you heard of nesting? I call it the nesting syndrome when a mother gets a burst of energy before the baby comes and cleans every inch of her house. Just think of what happens when a perfectionist/artist gets the nesting syndrome. It's like nesting x 3!! That would be me. I am not only cleaning every inch, but organizing, decluttering and decorating every inch. It's like I am preparing for the most important visitor of my life! Everything has to be perfect. The right shapes, colors, everything. I know when he is finally here, my house will be on the back burner. But for now I am loving it, and so is Jarett. It's a perfect little home for our perfect little boy.

These two pictures were taken in our back yard while I was having some Braxton Hicks contractions. 

 Double the fun. Karli and I at our double baby shower last month put on by some sisters in our ward. Did I mention that I love our ward!

Everybody loves cake! Except when you take half of it home and stair at it hoping it goes away and doesn't end up all on your hips. It was really good cake!