The past several days have been a blur of yardwork. Pushing through even when I feel like I can’t take another step. Just getting it done. Digging, spreading sand, moving bricks, sweeping. Doing what little I can do to help and feeling kind of frustrated about how little that is, at almost 38 weeks pregnant. That and some music, surveying our progress, sharing a kiss, having some ice cream. Also chores, and errands, and work. And tonight, finally a little time to sit down and put my feet up and watch a movie and read. Besides these things and being swelled up like a blowfish, and not sleeping well from the carpal tunnel, not much to report. I’m tired and happy and ready.