Six Weeks, Two Days

until full term. Not necessarily birth as not one person can predict that (if you can please let me know). That is like 44 days. Pretty darn soon when its put that way.

Today I had my first ever visit with a chiropractor. I have been having a lot of pain in my back (what's new, right preggers ladies?). Massages, heat, cold, tylenol, DO. None of it really helped, so I gave into my slight fear of being bent awkwardly and wrongly. The dude was really nice - I told him no snapping my neck. So he used what he called a "jackhammer" on it instead. There was a lot of cracking, popping and discomfort. Even though my body is overly tense, it doesn't like being forced into the correct joint holes. Either way, I walked in with a somewhat waddle and walked out with swinging hips - even 8 months knocked up.

We also put up our decal last night over the crib. Definitely more work than we anticipated, a few hours worth. Not ideal when one of the people is pregnant and can't stand up on a stool with her arms in the air for more than a few minutes. A frustrated husband wondering why I can't hold it up and that he can't put it up if I don't help him. And taking breaks to lay on the floor while the blood went back to my head. But eventually it all worked out (picture to be posted). It will go perfectly with the curtains that we picked out for her.

And in the best of news, I finally figured out why my MIL's sewing machine hated me. A smart person would have figured this out much much sooner. It is a Viking and with my machine, I can use generic size bobbins. Whatever, make it work. Viking's require custom sized bobbins. So my generic ones were getting trapped. Now I can sew and sew quickly and it works. Baby quilt almost done. Then onto a cute little dress, a travel wetbag, a large wetbag and finishing the pillow for DH. Oh and maybe some bibs. And things to sell because extra money is definitely a necessity with a kid coming soon and student loan payments beginning up again. Being an adult is stressful. And my dog just let out a minute long fart next to my head, which means I need to move as fast as I can.

So let's focus on 44 days. 44 days and I *might* get my body back and a daughter to dress up for Halloween.