It took me a second to pick up on what the strange smell was in my house as I arrived hom from work at 11:30 last night.  It was kind of dull... different.  But then as I walked upstairs, it hit me: My husband has been painting our six-year-old's new room.  She's moving into the bigger, former guest room and the smaller room she's in now is going to become the baby's nursery. 

I took a good look at my  husband's paint job before heading to bed.  Not for nothing -- buy Taylor's a handy guy.  He paints like a pro.  And as I inspected his handiwork it hit me --- I am more than halfway through this pregnancy.  Our little boy is going to be making his world debut in the not too distant future.

How about that?

A lot of people at the station have been asking me lately how I'm feeling.  Sweet.  I always say "just fine",  but the truth is there are some very specific discomforts that come with being six months pregnant... and most times I just don't feel like sharing. 

Ladies who have been pregnant,  you know:

My back hurts.  So do my feet.   Some evenings I feel like I want to roll up under my desk and take a long nap.  I gained 9 pounds this past month, so I feel winded.  And round.  Really, really round.   And strangely forgetful.  Sometimes I really feel like I'm having a hard time stringing a sentence together.  And I'm pretty sure English is my first language...

And you know, it may sound like I'm complaining, but I'm really not.  Because I understand that being pregnant means that I am not really "myself" right now.  Rod Burks likes to tease me and ask, 'So when are you going to get all snacky and cranky on us?"  Funny.  Because snacky and cranky is what I do best these days!  But he'd never know it.  Call me Type A --- I'm just not the whiny type.

But the upside is that we're more than halfway there!  And our whole family is just thrilled.  My daughter has adjusted to the fact that she's expecting a little brother.  And when she's not following me around the house marveling at how incredibly "fat" I'm getting, she likes to hug my belly and talk to her little brother.

Cute.  Hope she pitches in with those diapers.

So that's it for now... because I feel snacky.   Not too cranky.  Because I know this is so worth it in the end.