homestretch.

Today I had my 33 week OB appointment.  

I always look forward to my doctors visits when I'm pregnant.  Not only do I get to hear an update on my little nugget growing within, but I get a little over an hour to myself.*  I usually leave the house about fifteen minutes before I need to so I can stop at Panera and grab a bagel & cream cheese and a frozen caramel.  I'm only there for about 10-15 minutes before I need to scoot on over to my doctor's office, but it is really therapeutic.  I look forward to it.

I had a stressful night last night.  Things have started to catch up with me.  

I'm 33 weeks pregnant.

I'm achey.

I almost always have heartburn.

I have a needy two-year-old.

My mom has cancer and had major surgery a month ago.

My house is messy.

I have a lot to do before Baby Yellow arrives and a lack of motivation.

Aaaaand it's a house payment check - nuff said.

All those things stink. 

One little phrase from my doctor made me feel much better though, 

"You're in the homestretch."

  *That might not sound like a big deal, (especially if you don't have kids) but I am almost never completely alone.