It’s amazing what a little exercise can do.

I was going to write a blog complaining about how I can’t sit, I can’t stand, I can’t lie down, and I can’t walk. I was miserable.

And then, I did my pilates. That gave me the energy and desire to read to the little kids and pray with them, and help them off to bed. I could sit, lie down, and walk up and down the stairs.

I am grateful to all the wonderful people that call to see if I’ve had the baby yet. I feel like going into hiding until I do. You’ll know when I have it, don’t worry! Until then, it’s kind of depressing to tell people no, I haven’t had the baby yet.

Curtis started doubting my methods of determining a due date, and said my symptoms were several weeks off.

So, my spirits are not the highest. And I hurt. I will keep up the prayer, the piano playing, the praise (at least in my head), and the pilates until this pregnancy progresses to postpartum.