Third Trimester Blues

Oh...this week was not the easiest.

Like I mentioned earlier, work is starting to get exhausting.  I'm just sore and tired (constantly, constantly tired).  My body just feels really out of whack.  It doesn't help that temperatures shot up from 60 degrees last week to 85 degrees this week.  I don't know...aside from the physical ailments, I'm just getting antsy to meet our little one.  Time is flying and going SO SLOW at the same time, and with just over six weeks to go, I'm overwhelmed by the amount of work we still have to do while simultaneously feeling 100% ready to bring our baby home.  I'm totally emotional and totally uncomfortable and totally wondering how people do this pregnancy thing more than once.

Aside from the regular pregnancy-related stuff, our house decided to fall apart this week.  For starters, our bathtub was leaking into the basement -- Dad came over and fixed it earlier this week, so at least that's one problem solved -- but today, our electricity started going crazy.  Our lights were working, but our stove and dryer weren't.  Our clocks stayed on, but our garage door wouldn't open.  We felt like our house was possessed.  This happened a week ago and Duke Energy told us it would cost $700 to fix -- apparently we had a faulty underground wire? -- but then the electricity turned back on and all was fine.  We thought we had averted a pretty expensive crisis.  Then the lights started pulsing while we were using the washing machine last night and it all went downhill from there.  Luckily, we were able to get Duke out to fix the problem today, and since the issue was less than two feet from the transformer, the repair was FREE.  So, that $700 was able to remain firmly in our savings account.  Hooray -- Gavin can go to college!  :)

At the end of the day, our house is fixed and Gavin will join us when he's ready (he still needs to bake a little longer, I know) -- but I have just been feeling really ill-equipped to handle stressful situations (like our air conditioning not working when it's 85 degrees out), so it's been a challenging week.  Stephen and I are going to have a SUPER chill day tomorrow in hopes that next week will be better, calmer, and more manageable.  My mom sent me a text today that said "Sometimes you're the windshield and sometimes you're the bug."  Today, I was the bug -- but tomorrow, I'm hoping to be the windshield.  Or at least a less hormonal bug.