...busy. I had lots of family over, held a small birthday party for one of my children, had another child celebrate a birthday and turn 16 (no!), sewed myself a skirt, sewed an outfit for the baby, sorted through clothes and got rid of a lot of outgrown and seasonal stuff, caught up on laundry, cleaned out two cabinets and dressers to make room for baby clothes, helped my best friend get some background info on her sister's date to make sure he was not a creep (he's not), made my bed, and folded the world's largest pile of clean clothes. Needless to say, I am nesting. I wished that I had gotten more done, but I stupidly managed to over do it anyways on Saturday. In the end though, Craig was the one that REALLY worked the hardest. Seriously, the family room was deep cleaned, all of the toys are organized and put away in perfect order on their shelves, the floors are vacuumed, the kitchen is sparkling, the dishes are done, the trees in back are pruned, the garage is perfectly organized, the carpets were spot cleaned, the storage room was organized, the boys dresser is fixed, the computer is running smoothly again, the floor is swept, five small children bathed and fresh as a daisy, a Scout project with Noah is nearing completion, and the kitchen counters are totally clean. And he didn't have to sit down every five minutes to get any of that done like I do. I spent Sunday paying for my stupidity with swollen feet and contractions. I stayed home from church and from the family dinner at my parents and I put my feet up, drank lots of water, laid on my left side and I stopped being an overactive idiot. I have got to stop forging ahead all of the time thinking that just because I feel ok, does not mean that the the trip to the store for marathon grocery shopping is a good idea. When will I learn.