Today was such a beautiful day. Den has been working long hours for the past week, including Saturday and Sunday. I was about at my wit’s end with the house, the lack of help cleaning it, and my inability to do the big projects that I wanted to see done. So Den asked me for a honey-do list and Monday morning he set to work on it.

We didn’t get everything done, but we got a lot accomplished – especially him. I sorted through some bins of my things that he came across, cleaned the bathroom, filed paperwork. He tackled the bigger things like clearing out the entire breezeway (which has been our “haven’t gotten to it yet” holding area from when we had the floors redone – the only reason the rest of the house has been so nice and organized is because half of our belongings were piled precariously in the breezeway!). He also did manly jobs like replacing one of our ceiling fans, cleaning some mildew off of windows, and killing the ants that have suddenly invaded our breezeway. (I am not necessarily afraid of bugs, but I have a strong aversion to them. To that end, every time I’d peek in the breezeway for something I’d say, “Denis, more of them! Kill them, kill them!!” And he would.)

It was a beautiful May day, other than a very strange dark cloud that blew over suddenly, pelting down rain on a diagonal as the wind howled through the trees. The rest of the day was blue skies and light breezes. We had the windows open, the fans on, and sunlight streamed into our house. At one point I layed down on the bed for a little rest as Den cleaned and all I could think about was how beautiful the sunlight was coming in through the open windows. It felt so… alive… relaxed, peaceful. The TV was turned to the “Classic Rock” station, one of oldies and favorites, songs that made me hum and dance around in the living room. Den got a good laugh out of watching his very pregnant wife swaying and skipping through the house like a hippie chick, spinning in circles and giggling.

Today was a beautiful day. I am pregnant with an active, healthy baby, 1 day away from being officially full-term. My house is clean. I got to spend an entire day with my husband. I wish I could capture days like this, capture them like an image in a photograph so that I could pull them out on a dreary, tearful day. I wish I could sit in the middle of this day, this light, waiting for Kate to arrive. Sadly I cannot… but I have a feeling that May has many more beautiful days in store.

I am now (since it is after midnight here) 37 weeks, and full term. How amazing…. just amazing. Den and I are surprised that we are finding the waiting easier than expected now that the 36 week milestone has passed. I guess we both just figured that this last month was going to be awful, but to the contrary I’m finding it to be… fun. I am more pregnant than I have ever been, I still feel great, and Kate is doing fine. We’re both so excited to meet her, but we’re content to sit back and wait. Only 3 weeks until my due date… that feels just unreal. I feel so blessed to be here.