Only four days left

Would it be too wishful of thinking to say only four more days left until my stomach is flat? B/c really it won't be flat. I am just hoping for that. Having a baby, as many people know, messes with the look of your body. Not just your stomach. Though that seems to be the part I'm most particular about. I'm hoping that maybe this time around it will be easier to loose the weight, having an almost 2 year old to run after and a newborn to care for. I got my license renewed yesterday, and I asked the lady taking the picture if there was anything she could do about the look of my chin. They got a good laugh out of that. But honestly...I was only partially joking. It bothers me that I'm soooo big. But it won't be for too much longer.

The Lizness, fellow blogger, is heading to the hospital herself here soon today. I told her she should wait until they induce me. Her reply was that I'm crazy. Unlike me, her contractions have been pretty consistent. So this could be the real deal for her. I'm thinking of going mall walking. Except it's very painful for me to have contractions being 5 cent dilated. I might just hold off and try to be patient and wait to have my contractions while I'm being induced and laying in those awful hospital beds. It would be more comfortable then trying to walk through a two min contraction with people looking at you wondering why I'm torturing myself. Seriously, I've noticed and had some of the store people show me that they have their phones ready if need to call someone for me. I just show them my phone in my hand. Cuz duh, I have to time the contractions silly.

I'm hungry. There doesn't seem to be anything to eat, even though the cabinets are full as well as the freezer. Maybe I will order something to be delivered. Biscuits and gravy and eggs sound good. Maybe I will go to cracker barrel. Even more temptation to go walking after eating a big breakfast.

I had some issues with my blood pressure again yest. I don't understand why it happens. It was bad enough that I was near to passing out both times. So last night at church I got prayer b/c for one it's a scary thing. I'm home alone while Ray is working. Though he checks on me during the day, still he is 30 mins away if I'm passed out cold. I ate before church last night and the entire time I was shaking so badly. It finally stopped, guessing the food kicked in. Needless to say, I didn't get my entire list of things to do done yesterday. I can do only what I can do, Right?

I'm going to raid the kitchen, before I decide if I'm calling someplace to deliver food to me. It's nearing 11, so lunch will be the only option unless I cook, or go out somewhere. It's rather cold and dreary out. Not sure about the cold part b/c I haven't been out, but I heard it was going to be. And it sure looks that way. So that is all for now.