At this point of the game - I don't have anything really nice to say? I will try.
The nursery is basically done. So thankful for Stormy who came over to help me make the finishing touches.
I feel like we are ready for him... as ready as we can be. I will probably be sending people all over town getting items we have forgotten but I feel like I'm ready.
Our bags are packed. I mean, how to do you really pack for the hospital? What do you wear home? You don't want to look like hammered hell but you did just have a child so it would be difficult not to in my opinion. Plus, when you went in with a shirt that showed off your bump - that bump is now a muffin top - and I'd prefer not to show that off. Gross. Yoga pants and a big shirt it is.
My feet and legs kill me - from when I wake up until I go to sleep. If the doctor tells me again that swelling occurs in 50% of all pregnancies I'm going to whack him with my huge leg.
I have worn makeup twice in two weeks. I keep hearing, "you look really tired today." Yes, yes, I am tired - I wake up numerous times during the night to pee or roll over. I look like hell because I don't have on makeup but thanks for pointing that out!
On the days that I can fit my fat feet in tennis shoes, I can't tie them on my own.
We have made the transition of the dogs living downstairs. Hank of course hates it because he wants to be in bed with me every single night but we are hoping this will be easier on us when we are up and down with the baby. I don't think I can handle a crying baby and a crying dog at the same time.
If one more person talks to me about going over my due date, I may punch them. I'm the only person allowed to be negative.
I am glad that people can't hear the things I think.
I'm really nervous about not getting a bath everyday? Is that stupid or what? I shave everyday and I'm freaked out about possibly not getting to do that. I may get over it in the near future.
We are really ready to meet our son.
Happy 15th Birthday to Sunnie!
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