"She's pregnant: She CRAZY!"

Over Christmas, Jeremy and I realized that we were a little bit at each others necks. A couple days before Christmas, after some good prayer, he approached me, and brought up a story from when I was pregnant with Joseph. At the time, he had taken some of his frustrations with me to his spiritual director, who is a great Spanish priest. Father gave him some of the best advice that he tries to live out today. He told him, "Jeremy, she's pregnant. She crazy. Just love her and serve her right now because that is what she needs." Once he said this to me I realized that once again that no matter how wonderful my husband is he can't read my mind. So when he asks me what's wrong, and I say "nothing," he doesn't know the internal dialogue that I am having with myself: that I wish I could just have this child, that it would stop stomping on my internal organs, giving me contractions that haven't lead to anything major, making by back ache, or making me go to the ladies room every half hour during the night.

So there it is. I know I am crazy. Here are the top 12 reasons of how I know this...

12. I hit hunger stage, but am in the middle of task and won't give up what I am doing. Jeremy recongizes this as he can see the trance state coming over my face and helps me finish my task, as he knows I will eat once I am done (stubborn...)
11. I have the irrational need to deep clean things I usually don't want to even think about. (like the inside of my fridge)
10. My favorite food group, chocolate is no longer appealing.
9. Much of my maternity wardrobe is getting almost too small.
8. Time is not of the essence (shouldn't it be the exact opposite?)
7. I feel like I can't remember anything unless I have written it down or it's in my phone. (It doesn't matter if I have asked the same question of Jeremy 4 times.)
6. I'm hungry, but sick of eatting.
5. Jeremy's charm and humor seems a little lack luster right now.
4. I wake up and I am irriated. (Please pray for my patience)
3. I would rather not acknolwledge my children when they are getting into mischeaf. (or I think their mischeaf is clever and funny, not naughty)
2. My beloved husband, who has done nothing but dote on me, is driving me nuts and I can't explain why...
1. I can acknowledge that I myself am indeed CRAZY.

P.S. I came up with this list while I was in the shower and was giggling out loud as I did it. I then told Jeremy, and he just shook his head and said (in his spanish imitation voice of Father) "she crazy, she's CRAZY!"

P.S.S. Thank you all for your concerns, prayers and happy thoughts. We'll be sure to let you know when our little blessing has arrived!