venting

so i know im supposed to love being pregnant, and there are some things that i love. i love feeling him move around and watching my stomach change shape when he rolls around. i like not worrying about what im eating as much. i like being taken care of by my husband. i like the vivid dreams too (when i actually get to sleep). i like all of that.

but there are things i dont like.

i dont like the backache that wont go away. i dont like not being able to sleep!!!!!!!! i dont like peeing every 15 minutes. im soooo stinkin tired cause i cant sleep at night anymore. i cant get comfortable, and if i do get into a good position, all of a sudden im too warm and then after i turn on the fan i have to pee again and then when i come back ian is in the middle of the bed and i have to wake him up and turn him over … and then by the time thats done i have to pee again.

*sigh.

there is my rant.

i cant wait for him to get here! although i know ill be getting waaaay less sleep then, than i am getting now!

Song of the day

 

Here are the lyrics:

When the saints go marching in – Sara Groves

“Lord I have a heavy burden of all I’ve seen and know 
It’s more than I can handle 
But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones 
and I cannot let it go 

And when I’m weary and overwrought 
with so many battles left unfought 

I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard 
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars 
And when the Saints go marching in 
I want to be one of them 

Lord it’s all that I can’t carry and cannot leave behind 
it often overwhelms me
but when I think of all who’ve gone before and lived the faithful life
their courage compells me
And when I’m weary and overwrought 
with so many battles left unfought 

I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard 
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars 

I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharohs court 
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord 

And when the Saints go marching in 
I want to be one of them 
And when the Saints go marching in 
I want to be one of them 

I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad 
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul 

I see the young missionary and the angry spear 
I see his family returning with no trace of fear 

I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights 
I see the sisters standing by the dying man’s side 

I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor 
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down the door 

I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road 
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load

And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
and when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them”