Counting down

Boy, I had a weird realization the other day. I'm going to have a baby... REAL soon. I mean, I can count the weeks left on my hands now. Only 8 weeks to go. Now that it's getting closer, I'm not so sure about what I have gotten myself into. I know it'll be fine. It's just intimidating to think of how much needs to be done around my house, but I have absolutely no time or energy to do anything about it. I've been begging God for a day off from school so I can get my house ready, but He keeps saying no. I have no substitute, or aide, and we've had clear weather. I'm physically exhausting myself. I've been fighting off all the illnesses that my students bring on, and I'm not getting much sleep. Lately, it's been hard just to walk. Sorry... now I'm just whining. Oh well, right now, I'm entitled. As soon as I have this baby, no one's going to really care anyhow. They'll just tell me to suck it up.
I have another ultrasound coming up in a couple of weeks. I'm looking forward to it. We're still trying to figure out what this kid is. It's been kind of funny lately. I can sit and watch my tummy and see it move when my baby kicks. It reminds me a lot of the movie "Alien." Such fun.