Take it easy

Here's my little girl at 32 weeks and 2 days, measuring 35 weeks and 3 days and 5.5lbs! I think she looks like Brady, and has my face when I was a baby!

What does "take it easy" really mean?

Today marks my 33weeks in this pregnancy. By far, as most of you know it is the hardest, most MISERABLE pregnancy to date. (out of my other 2...)
Because of my history of delivering prematurely, I have been considered "high risk" basically just means, more tests, more appointments, more ultrasounds, and strict rules to "take it easy".

Okay so how EASY can one take it as the sole care taker of a 18 month old cuddle bug, and a 4 year old dancer and preschool goer? SO I may not have a "job" outside of my home, but my "job" as a mother is quite crazy. My husband the firefighter is gone 24 hours when on shift, and since I quit working, he has also started a pool cleaning business. He works a lot, and works hard. I don't have the evenings where my spouse comes home to help relieve me of my children and help put them to bed, I also don't have the the spouse who can wake up many times in the night to help with crying children when he needs to be awake and to work by 6am, and work a long 24 hour shift. So again I ask....take it easy? haha. I have to admit though, that I am one lucky chick. My children are VERY well behaved, McKenzie plays very well at home keeping herself busy, and she LOVES her brother. She helps get him snacks, plays with him, and is so helpful in telling me when Brady needs me.

Today is probably the first day of this pregnancy where I have actually needed to stay in bed, where I have felt "danger" in not taking it easy. Brady slept in, and played with McKenzie all afternoon. I got up to make breakfast, snacks and lunch, and then dinner. McKenzie checks in with me and kisses my belly, and goes back to coloring, playing on our swing set, or watching sponge-bob, while her brothers happily followers her around.

I feel very blessed to have a hardworking husband, and wonderful children. Although I feel miserable, and ready to deliver this little girl, I need to keep up the positivity of how lucky I am. I'm not on strict bed rest, I'm not forced to be admitted to the hospital, my baby is progressing and growing marvelously, and I'm almost full term. At times I want to die, and feel crappy, but I sure am one lucky chick :)
Me at my babyshower, 31 weeks prego. This is my friend Shana who is preggy with her little boy, she is 26 weeks.