The Stephens: It's 5am on a Saturday

Well... it's 5am on a Saturday. I had to get up to pee (I mean I'm 9 months pregnant give me a break) at about 3:30. Then William got up for work at 4:00 and here I am, still up at 5:00am. Pretty typical.

So what do you do when you are wide awake at 5:00am? Today I paid bills and caught up on my blog reading and now I'm actually writing a blog post. Quite productive wouldn't you say?

Thanks to everyone who expressed concern over my friends over the past few weeks. I know it was also probably not easy to see me feeling down at such an "exciting" time in my life. But alas, let's get one thing straight... the last month of pregnancy is not exactly "exciting". I can think of about a million other words to explain it (exhausting, tiring, frustrating, nerve wracking, anxiety filled, scary) but "exciting" isn't my word choice. Sorry. Anyways, all that to say, I am feeling a bit better about things. As painful as it has been to watch my friend Whitney and her husband Eric receive the sad news about their son, Thatcher, I have also been comforted by their strength and wisdom. Their faith is amazing, way stronger than mine, and seeing this has helped me realize that we really can get through anything with God. If you want to be encouraged too... they have a new blog to document their journey. It is raw and real and sad and encouraging all at the same time.

My little pregnancy ticker says I have 5 days left until my due date. That's crazy. But, boy are we ready. We even did a little nesting this past week... I hung up some new wall art I made, William helped me finish knocking the built-ins out of our ~~random empty room with no purpose~~ extra spare bedroom. I even spackled and painted over the bright orange and green that was under them. Levi's room is all prepared. Our bags are packed and waiting by the door. I've finished up as many of the evaluations at school as possible. Even sat in on a tough 3 hour long ARD yesterday (oh, did I mention I'm still working). Speaking of working... is it really THAT shocking that I'm still working? Yes yes, I'm 39 weeks pregnant... but yall know me. I don't stop going. Nothing slows me down. So you can bet that a watermelon or 10lbs. baby attached to my front won't either. Besides, I'm pretty sure my principal would have cried if I went into labor before that ARD today. Funny story actually... during the ARD, I was standing up and leaning across the table to point to a chart I gave the parent. I was feverishly explaining it and probably getting a little worked up (not that I noticed) and then all of a sudden my principal is like "PEYTON!! Breathe!!!" I turned to look at her and ~~shut up for two seconds~~ stopped talking and realized I was literally gasping for breath. Whoops... Oh well, the committee was amused and it probably broke up some of the tension. We all had a good laugh about me going into labor during the meeting.

So anyways... where does that leave us??? WAITING! I HATE waiting! I'm the least patient person in the world. I'm a get-things-done-now kind of a girl. I do NOT procrastinate (which make me the antithesis of my husband). William on the other hand is, of course, happy for Levi to wait to come out when his vacation starts on Wednesday. William clearly isn't the one carrying this child. Don't worry... I've had enough emotional break downs in the past week to make him almost wish Levi would just come now. Because the only thing worse that being 9 months pregnant is being married to ~~someone 9 months pregnant~~ me.

Now, just to spice up this post a bit... I leave you with a phone dump.