Week 34...6 weeks to go!

I can not imagine getting any bigger. I feel like my stomach is going to split open any day now. She is really active still and I can actually feel body parts, although I am not sure how to distinguish between them, but I feel bigger, sweeping movements along with the little pokes and kicks. She has eased up on my bladder somewhat, but I know that will change once she drops lower. My emotional mood swings are off the chart, although Sean says I am the same, but I can tell I am more emotional than before (I know some of you may find that hard to believe. I admit it - I am moody) :) I am easily overwhelmed, tired and sore. I think my sciatic nerve is causing me pain when I walk. I have days that by the end of the day, I can barely walk. I imagine I will endure this for the remainder of my pregnancy. I try to exercise, but lately, have been resting more due to my soreness. I do not feel ready and probably never will, but I can not wait to meet her for the very first time. I have a baby shower this weekend and one in mid February. I am trying to savor these last weeks of being pregnant as it will be over soon. I have enjoyed being pregnant, but do have to say that the 3rd trimester is my least favorite. I waddle, I am clumsy, and it is hard to get up from the anything - the bed, chair, or floor without excruciating effort. I feel huge and my maternity clothes keep getting tighter. I am thankful the end is in sight. I will post another picture as soon.

Winter

The nasty system that has torn up California has made its way into the valley which resulted in high winds, rain, and snow at higher elevations. Here are some pictures from Red Rock Canyon and one of our new car.

140 Year Old Bullets

Me: Have I shown you guys my Civil War bullets?

Student: No, you save your best stuff for the other classes.

Me: That's because I don't like you. Anyway, I have a package of actual bullets from the Civil War. I am going to pass them around, but you have to be careful because these are 140 year old bullets and they are very unstable. I am trusting each of you to pass them to each other carefully and no matter what, DO NOT drop them.

Student: Will you cry (sarcastic).

Me: I'll duck and then I'll call an ambulance. I'm serious be careful with these.

Student: Why would you bring these to school?

Me: Everyone in here is 16-17 years old, I think each of you can handle this. Can everyone handle looking at the bullets? Alright then, again be careful [I take great care getting the little bag of imitation Civil War bullets out of my desk]. Where should we start? How about with you (picks a student that looks tense or has been daydreaming)? Catch!

Some students dive. Others just watch helplessly as the little bag of imitation bullets hit the floor. Eventually, they begin to see that I am laughing at them.