3 Weeks to go! And ALWAYS pay your tithing.

I can't believe that May is now coming to a close. 7 months ago I was a little in shock, having just found out that our family would be growing a little sooner than I imagined. Those seven months have gone by so quickly, because nothing makes time go faster than watching your baby grow before your eyes. My due date is 23 days away, but lets review how Hannah came 13 days early. That makes 10 days before I start wondering every moment if today is the day. My doctor keeps telling me that this girl is likely bigger than Hannah was already from what he can tell, and that women tend to have their babies in patterns, so if my first was early and I went into labor naturally (as in nothing happened to make my water break) then the same will probably be the case this time. Mom will be here in 14 days. I'm kind of hoping we get to have a little fun together for a day or two. Or a week.

Just watch me make it all the way to 40 weeks this time. Which is fine with me. Yes, I'm physically ready to not be pregnant anymore. But the easiest way to take care of two babies is if one of them is still inside me. And there is a lot to do. I've told everyone who asks that I know I need to be getting ready for baby to arrive, but I don't even know what there is to do because I'm so focused on Hannah. That's the hardest part. Also, I feel like I have a contraction every time I bend over and stand back up. So cleaning is not much of an option for me.

This week Aunt Holly came to help get the basement in order. Stephen had moved furniture so that we could fit the pack n'play in our room. He got rid of his desk in favor of a smaller one. We also got rid of the love seat (so Hannah can't eat couch fluff out of the tears in the arms anymore) and we bought a recliner. It's the first new piece of furniture we have ever bought. The cheapest one at RC Willey, but still too expensive, really. But I kind of need it. Anyway, when Aunt Holly came on Tuesday it was mostly Stephen that got to work. I guess he decided that he needed to be the one to go through all those tubs of his stuff that haven't been gone through since before we got married. It was amazing. We ended up with three tubs of trash, one for DI, and a whole bunch of empty ones. And we had a miracle. Aunt Holly found $200 in one of Stephen's old suits. Only Aunt Holly would check the pockets. And only Stephen could possibly leave $200 in a suit having no idea where it came from something like 8 years later. I almost cried. It was too good to be true. Always pay your tithing folks. Always.

Aunt Holly came back on Thursday and we finished getting pretty much everything in the basement cleaned and put away. It's amazing to have a place for everything, and even room to spare. My stress has been immensely relieved. Now there is a clean place for baby to sleep, so I won't panic when it's time to bring her home. My wonderful mother in law is coming to help next week with cleaning the main floor, and getting a few freezer meals ready. I wish I could make a ton of freezer meals, but not many will fit in my freezer.

I'm trying (as per my husbands orders) not to stress out. It's hard, but I'm getting better. I know everything is going to happen when it's supposed to whether I think I'm "ready" or not. It doesn't seem fair that all the stress piles up at the point I am least physically able to do anything about it.