So when I feel like I’m doing the pregnancy waddle-step, I try to think of it as a swagger instead. It just makes me feel less frumpy, more “I own the room.” Hey, if menopausal women can have power surges, darnit, I can swagger.

I am better today, but moving slowly and carefully. I can put M on my lap while sitting no problem, and I did have to lift her out of the crib this morning, but I was very ginger about it. It was fine. I am having my quarterly lunch with Laidback Clergypal which involves a 45 minute drive there and back. Hopefully that won’t undo all the good done by yesterday’s rest. Sitting is pretty comfortable, actually. I hate to reschedule since he’s returning a lot of our baby stuff as well as supplying us with tons of baby boy clothes. And I would just as soon have all that in hand.

I got a taste yesterday of what bedrest would be like, and… boring. I would probably be less bored if I could be propped up as opposed to flat on my side, but… Oh, the indignities of pregnancy. I shan’t be doing this again.

This is the third week of the month, which means no evening meetings. Woo-hoo!

This weekend was a true Sabbath weekend. We did go to the fall festival/pumpkin patch on Saturday, but were very relaxed about it. Then yesterday we all vegged. R has had a cold and it was nice to give ourselves permission to lay around.

A week from today is our 13th wedding anniversary. Kinda snuck up on us this year! I’m preaching this weekend, but I think we will go out Friday night; the girls will be having a sleepover at MaDear’s.

More later.