Complain, complain, complain

With D-day approaching more slowly than I would like, I have found myself complaining about EVERYTHING. Complaining about the size of my belly, the pain in my back, the new stretch marks that have resided on my love handles. Complaining about how big my feet get at the end of the day or how many times I get up to pee at night. Complaining about not having enough bed space to even get a little comfort at night. Complaining about how my dear 3 year old has decided now would be a good time to start her "terrible 3's"and likes to talk back. Complaining about how long the days are when you are stuck at home with not a lot to do because walking hurts. Complaining about not having enough money to shop until I drop. Complaining about how messy the house gets. Complaining about how tired I am and how Izzy doesn't nap anymore. You name it, I will probably complain about it.
Last night, however, I was up late "blog surfing" (couldn't sleep again). I clicked on a friend of a friends blog. They are dealing with some major family issues. Never once though does she complain. She writes such positive and inspirational things about what is going on.
After reading the latest post. I found myself really thinking about where I am at in my life. We have been so blessed this last year. Justus has a great job, we have health insurance, our family is growing, we have a roof over our head and food to eat. We have great families and friends (old and new) that support us. Most of all we are healthy and happy.
With all these blessings we have received I have decided that I am going to make the best of these last 3 weeks. I am going to try and enjoy this miracle that is inside me, no matter how uncomfortable I am. I am going to hug Izzy more, and tell Justus how much I love and appreciate him (even when he is being a bed hog). Most of all I am going to be more positive and happy. Just remember "It could always be worse."