Anxiety?

  I have never been an anxious person, nor have I ever been one to feel stress caused by anxiety.  However, lately I've been feeling really weighed down by these intense worries about if our baby comes early.  When the thoughts come a knocking, I start praying...but sometimes I just can't seem to shake the worry.  I'm terrified that our baby will be early and we won't have a house yet...so no nursery set up...and all chaos will certainly follow.  I am trying my hardest to be as organized as possible just in case, but no one seems to be helping me out.  I clean messes and there they are again the next morning when I wake up or when I get home from work- just staring me in the face, like a defiant little child.  It's really tiring when all I want (and should do) is sit down with some icewater and my feet propped up.  It could be the added stress due to the hot weather making me miserable....but I just don't know.  Is this normal?  Did anyone else experience this in the last trimester? Like I said, I generally am a calm, worry-free individual....

Maxed out

I think I've finally exhausted my craving for egg rolls and soy sauce.  No more for me for a while...my checking account thanks me for that. 

Tonight we are cleaning and moving boxes and furniture into storage at home.  We moved out of our apartment Jan. 31st and everything is kind of everywhere.  I wish I could say we moved into a house of our own, but my bro-in-law so graciously allowed us to move in until Zach is done with school and finds a job- so we can make ends meet.  Living on one income and paying for most of college, plus all the normal bills and living expenses doesn't leave much wiggle room.  We're making it work, like we always do, by God's grace.  Oh, back to cleaning and moving...so I did all of our laundry a few weeks ago (has to be my LEAST favorite activity), but we never folded anything so we have baskets and piles of clean laundry now, plus dirty piles for washing this weekend.  It just never ends...and I'm sure it will only get worse once we have our baby clothes.  So for tonight's activities: putting on our "butler uniforms" and cleaning until we die. (or I fall asleep).