37 weeks! (Full term)

I take back the "not overly emotional with this pregnancy" thing I said a couple of posts ago. I feel like these days it takes very little to overwhelm me and cause a few tears. It's just because I'm plumb worn out and tired. Everything hurts. It takes so long to do anything because I waddle, can't bend over without the risk of throwing up, etc. I'm so grateful for this opportunity, but I'm SOOO grateful that it's almost over. Several times this last week Justin would look over to see tears running down my cheeks and with panic on his face ask what's wrong and the only thing I can think of to say is that I'm just tired. That pretty much sums it all up.

On a brighter note: at my last doctors appointment the lady said that I'm dilated to a 3 1/2 and 70% effaced. That's good, right? Even so, they still didn't sound like they expected me to deliver anytime in the next year.

We got Justin's motorcycle back. Finally. It seems like it's been one thing after another with that bike. We bought it and got it home, figured out how to get it out of the truck (getting it IN was a trick), then the next day Justin tried to ride it and discovered that it would only start about half of the time and die at the end of the driveway. So it sat here for a few days while tried to figure out what to do and asked his brother in law to come look at it, who diagnosed the problem, so we took it to a mechanic in town. Well, he looked at it for a few days and decided he needed the manual to figure out what the problem was, so he ordered that. A week or so later he got the manual and decided what he thought the problem was and ordered the part. ANOTHER week or so later he got the part and said he could put it in and have the bike back together in 30-45 minutes. The NEXT DAY he finally finished and said we could pick it up (we've now owned the bike for nearly a month and only had it in our possession for a few days). During all of this time we weren't just sitting at home twiddling our thumbs. Only mostly. Justin bought a helmet, ordered a jacked and leather chaps, and got his permit. I got it registered, insured, and plates for it. All we needed was the bike. Justin went and picked it up yesterday morning and rode it home (it works!!!) and then figured out what he needed to put the plates on. Then he wired it on for the trip to Hurricane and left for his first official ride on his motorcycle. He arrived at Ace just fine and bought the parts he needed, called and told me he'd made it and that he was going to drive by Quail Lake and Leeds on the way home, then put the plate on in the Ace parking lot and tightened the bolts by hand. When he got home 20 minutes later he noticed the plate was gone. Seriously? Can't he just have something go right with this bike? So he and I got in the car and drove around for over an hour retracing his route twice, but didn't find it. Good thing the DMV is now open on Fridays. We went and got new plates and put them on with a wrench (or whatever tool it takes), which brings us up to date. My parents went for a ride yesterday and seemed to have quite a good time. I can't wait to be able to ride it. :)