Ive had a rough few days. I have been so hormonal. I've gone of the deep end a few times and its showing in Bree's behavior. She will imitate me to a T. It really makes me take a step back and go "whoa! I need to chill." Then, after its all over, I feel bad because she isn't being bad or anything, I'm just being short and irritable. Poor lil thing. She is so sweet. So I'm going to try and be a better mom and wife. Try not to be so dang hormonal. I wish I could just take a happy pill. Its like I know I'm being hormonal but I cant help it. Ugh! But whatever. It is what it is. And I am now holding myself accountable for it and am promising myself (and whoever reads this) that I will try and be more patient with everyone around me. Take more deep breaths or something. Now that I have that off my chest I can move on!

So the house is almost done. We are going to move into the other half in a month or so. They are laying the tile now. I'm excited. I want to move in and get things ready for the baby already. Steve says once we are out of this half of the house, they should be able to rip it down and finish the house completely in a few months. But I'm not holding my breath. That all depends on money and we all know how that goes! LOL Anything has to be better than what I'm living in now. I will feel much better once we are moved in and settled. Like, I can give birth now. LOL

speaking of birth, I really want to take Bradley classes again. But we just cant do it now that we have a kid to care for. There are so many more issues now! So I'm reading all the books and trying to prepare myself for labor. I keep thinking it'll be a cake walk...LOL I hope it will be. Im getting big! There is no hiding that I'm pregnant now. We haven't walked in a week or two because Poor Steve got food poisening. And its too hot for me to walk with Bree during the day. (108 today!) So we need to get back on the ball. Ill take some belly pictures soon. And I just realized that if anyone is reading this, I am probably boring them to death!! haha!!

I told Bree I'd knit her a hat and let her pick out whatever yarn she wanted. She, of course, picked out some pink baby alpaca yarn. I tried to talk her out of it but nope, she wanted "that fuzzy yarn." The girl has good taste!