A brief update...

What's Kara cookin'?

Not much these days, obviously.

I have actually cooked a few times this week, but nothing new that hasn't already been blogged about. And, with the pretty weather and longer days, I've had Patrick manning the grill a couple nights this week. I love when I can turn the cooking reins (or at least half of them) over to him!

And for the two weeks before, I stayed with my parents (who live just an hour away) and got treated to my mom's cooking. Patrick was working/taking tests/studying his tail off in Atlanta for 16 days, so I took that opportunity to get some good mom and dad time in. And not cook. Or clean. Or do my own laundry. They definitely took good care of me!

Although it doesn't sound like it, I have been busy, though! I'm 32 weeks pregnant as of tomorrow, and the nesting has set in full force. We have eight weeks to go until we welcome sweet Nora into the world, and I have been working hard to get her nursery ready and organized. And cleaning took on a whole new meaning on Saturday when I cleaned from 10 a.m. until Patrick got home from Atlanta at 2:30 a.m. I did take a little break to run errands, but I was a cleaning machine. And, holy moly, I paid for it on Sunday. (Sadly, though, in all that time, I wasn't able to clean the entire house. I think I got distracted by organizational projects, etc.)

And I must say - these 32 weeks have flown by for me. I can't believe that in eight weeks or less we will be parents. It's exciting, thrilling, nerve wracking and scary. But I can't wait. I can't wait till I can see my toes again. Till I can tie my shoes without hyperventilating. Till I can sit still for more than five minutes at a time (she has invaded my lung/rib space and I have a constant stitch on my right side). Till I can fit into my normal clothes again. Till I can drink five Diet Cokes (in one day) again. Till I can sleep on my stomach again.

But most of all, I can't wait to meet Nora, see Patrick become a dad, and become a mom. The nursery may not be ready quite yet, and I may not be ready to change 82 diapers a day, but I am so ready to be her mom and see who she is and will become.