We thought about going to Holiday World today but the chance of rain changed my mind. I think the best day now would be Friday. I want to go to Splashing Safari again.

This Thursday we are going to Kids' World at 10am. All are welcome.

For the past few weeks I have felt larger than I remember ever feeling with Abby and Luke. It turns out I am measuring about 2 weeks bigger than my due date (actual due date of August 10th). That makes me feel better about feeling so big and weighing more than I did with them. I thought I was being a weenie. I'll have another ultrasound in 3 or 4 weeks to see how big Willow is. I'm guessing bigger than the other two as well.

Mentally I'm hitting a bad stage. I'm starting to get depressed and anxious and tired and angry and all the other good stuff. Things were going so smoothly. I think I called it an "eerie calmness". Well, that's just about gone. Now I just can't believe I have 7 more weeks to go when it feels like two tops. But how can I complain? Women do this all the time and there are many who are farther along then I am who are handling it well.

At least I have a few things to look forward to in between now and then. I have my baby shower this Saturday. Then there's the 4th of July (even though I dislike fireworks, Jason and I may go do something without the children). Then there's Jamie and Chandra's wedding on the 7th. Then Angela will be having Madelyn a week or two later. That will probably be pleasantly distracting for me since I can think about someone other then myself, but there's always a chance that I'll suddenly go crazy right after that. But of course, we still need to buy a van. I don't consider that a good thing, but any change will help.