Just call me Birdie . . .

Cuz I'm a-nesting! I don't know why I've been in such a posting slump, but I don't know how interesting my life is to those who actually my blog. ESPECIALLY when I have things to write like, "today I cleaned out my tupperware cupboard" or "today I cleaned the pantry and the highlight was consolidating all my powdered sugar into one container," etc. I've been focused on my kitchen cupboards, but have been envisioning grand things for our bedrooms, too. We'll see how it goes in the next couple weeks. I am finding it's a little awkward to try and fit my big 'ol self into the back of my cupboard to wipe out crumbs, but even worse is getting up after I've been down and dirty. It's almost comical watching me get up, stumble around to get my footing and then walk all stiff for a few minutes until I can regain my balance. Nothing like being 8 mo. pregnant to feel out of shape!

And why all the motivation? I had my Dr.'s appt. on Monday and I'm dilated. That's right, let's hear it for my va-j-j (as Oprah calls it) and it's prompt 1 cm. dilation. I whispered a "YES!" when the Dr. told me I had already started to dilate, but then she had to give me the pre-term labor talk since I technically still have 6 more weeks until I'm due. She said she's concerned that the baby is sitting so LOW already and told me to be a good girl and not do anything for at least a couple weeks, which is fine. I'll save the acrobatics for at least 3 more weeks, right?! Anyhow, I told her I wasn't too worried; that I always dilate early; but I never have full blown labor; and that I was just happy to be at the point where things are happening. I go back in 2 weeks and we're supposed to go to Coral Pink to camp with the kids. I figure it'd be a little foolhardy to go if I am dilated to a 3, but if I'm only a 2 I think it'll be par for my pregnancy course and I'll be okay. We'll see. I am beginning to believe I'll be missing youth conference the first weekend in May (not that THAT's wishful thinking), so I'm trying to make sure everything's in order and ready to be turned over to the other more-than-wonderfully-capable leaders. It is a bummer to miss something that I've been working hard on and look forward to each year, but when it's either that or waddling around for the weekend afraid my water will break and traumatize a bunch of teenage-d youth, I may be better off sitting this one out. Again, we'll see.

Other than the nesting baby-thing, I've been practicing about 4 nights a week for The Savior of the World production next week. I just want to say if you're in Vegas and want to drive to the Henderson Pavilion next Wed, Thurs, Fri, or Sat you TOTALLY should to see this musical play that the Anthem stake is putting on. All the tickets are gone, but if the seats aren't filled in by 7:10pm, they'll let the public take the seats or you can bring a blanket and sit on the grass. The show's at 7:30pm. I'm just in the choir, which sits down in the orchestra pit, but the production itself is pretty amazing and I am VERY impressed with the caliber of talent they have for the actors and acresses. And they are really nice people, too, which makes the scenes all the more sweet. I have to give credit to the musical director, the director, and the costume gal (well, I guess everyone is working really hard), but most of them have full time jobs and have been doing rehearsals FOREVER right after work for 4-5 hours each night. And total shout out to the Anthem stake people who have had their life taken over by this production (wink! wink! Leslie).

That's about all I got on my mind now since it's time to get the boys ready for soccer and the girls ready for gymnastics. Tyler and I are like passing ships tonight, again. Such is the life of parents of busy kids, right?!

OH, but before I go, a BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY (yesterday) to STACY and CHRIS. You gals rock the world; I love you both; and hope you had a great day. No Foolin'!