I'm a Pregnant Rock Star

So, Guitar Hero. My dh finally bought it yesterday while I was picking up some maternity clothes. We put the kids to bed and then we were up until 1:30 am playing. I got booed off the stage a few times, but I did figure it out. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't see for the tears. Tonight, Guitar Hero tourney with the kids!

Time for another little hormone induced rant. I am so flippin' sick of people looking at me and saying, "Oh, you must be due about now." and then when I tell them that I am only 5 months I get the 'holy crap you are HUGE' look. Then they as me if I am having twins. nice. Then I feel the need to explain that I have done this 5 times before and apparently I get bigger, faster each time. My first pregnancy, I only started to show at 5 months, barely. But by six months I was fairly big. So yes I am huge, but why does everyone really feel the need to keep pointing that out to me? Seriously. Just. Shut. UP!
It is kind of funny actually, it usually doesn't bother me much, but today when another man had to point that out to me at church, I felt like punching someone. Him specifically. His wife is 6 feet tall, I am sure her bump wasn't as big at birth as mine is now. oh well. I am okay now. Got through another day without inflicting violence on anyone.

Oh! I have some fabulous news! But back story first. My husband has not had a regular job for the past 6 years. He has basically been doing fairly short contract jobs first for a union and then for his own company. He has made a pretty good living at it, but I will be the first to admit that it is a stressful way to live. You can never plan anything. You don't know when you will have work and when you are on a job, you never know how long it will last. Usually he would have, at the most, a few weeks at a job and then he would be looking for the next one.
If he couldn't find something close to home, then he would have to go out of town for a while. When he works, it is usually 90 to 100 hours a week for a couple weeks and then a few days or weeks off. Night shift, day shift, whatever you can get. So as I said, it is pretty good money, but it sucks for raising a family, at least during the busy times. And it is very stressful because you never have an inkling of what the near future holds.
Well, he has been on a job like this for the past 6 weeks, 7 days a week, 12-14 hour nightshifts. Basically we haven't seen him. But. Big But, it is so worth it this time. The client was so happy with his work that he has offered Brent a semi-permanent position there. 8 hour day shifts. DAY! And every second weekend is a 3 day weekend.
This is exactly what we have been praying for. I need him to be around more right now, I can't handle the house and kids all by myself and 'take it easy' like I am supposed to. I have been utterly exhausted and overwhelmed every day and praying that God had an answer for us. So now, until after the baby is born at least, I will have my hubby around. Who knows, he may even get going on the renovations!
Anyway, I am feeling extremely relieved and thankful at the moment. And the best part is that he has this week off! Woopee!