I've been having such a host of fakey contractions these last two weeks, I'm beginning to doubt that I will even recognize true labor when it starts. Darn it. Every evening, Dan gets home from work and asks if I've had any contractions. And I reply, yes, like a bazillion.

With Ana it was so much easier. I never had a contraction until the day before she was born. So easy. So simple.

I'm getting really excited to give birth and to hold this little squirmer in my arns. And, quite frankly, I'm almost equally as excited to wear this cute pink shirt I bought a few months back but haven't been able to wear due to my big ol abdomen. What is it with pregnancy and feeling gross?

In other news, today is the start of my favorite time of year: Lent. The other day, I asked Dan what I should give up this year as a sacrifice for Jesus. He had a fun time with that one, and while he did giggle a lot, he couldn't really come up with anything. And neither could I. So, I finally settled on praying the Rosary every day of Lent. The Rosary isn't a huge part of my spirituality. Don't get me wrong, I like it and all, it's just doesn't have a big role in my daily living. Well, as of late, I'm been really struggling with concentrating during prayer (I wonder why, CHILD), so I think the Rosary will help with that. I think it should be a fruitful Lenten practice since giving up sweets doesn't usually cut it for me. Besides, I just bought a bag of jellybeans the other day, and I'm not through them quite yet.

Til tomorrow!