40 weeks

OK. 40 weeks. Time for baby to arrive already!!!

Well-rounded.

39 weeks -August, 4, 2010

With 4 days left until my due date, I'm starting to think about the fact that at any moment our lives will change FOREVER. For now, we are a family of 3 going about our day the same way we have been. In an instant, when we leave for the hospital, that will change. I had a little panic last night about telling G goodbye. J thinks he'll have to pry her from my arms. I know that life with Baby 2 will be awesome (most of the time) but for now, I mostly feel nervous about upsetting the apple cart that is "us."

This isn't my only concern. My current thoughts center around an internal debate on whether or not to wear heels to a party tonight (is it worth the Shaq sized cankles tomorrow?). This made me think that I was still a "well-rounded" (get it, ha!) girl, not just a desperate pregnant chick because I still had fashion on the brain, not just babies, but I guess the cankles are a direct result of the baby-ness. Darn. A one-track mind these days.

37 weeks...

37 weeks

36 weeks, G lovin' the baby

OK, now that I'm at 37 weeks we are "ready" for Baby to arrive. She still has no name and my mom's not scheduled to be here for another week and a half but since Baby's been brewing long enough now to be healthy there's no reason to keep her in there. As G says "Mom, just skeeze (squeeze) her out!"

36 weeks

36 weeks...4 to go (officially tomorrow)! I've started re-reading On Becoming Babywise and am reminded of why I loved it 2 1/2 years ago. What a wonderful way to calm my fears about sleep and the change we're going to experience as we transition from a family of 3 to a pack of 4.

Twenty-nine...

Today marks two occasions. First, I have been pregnant for 29 weeks. Not really that monumental but fun when combined with occasion number dos. Today is also the last day I am 29 years old. Goodbye 20's. You've been good to me.

I met J when I was 20,
got engaged at 21,
married at 22,
moved away from MO(miss you Mommy, Daddy, and Sissy) at 23,
lived by the beach (something that seemed like a good idea) at 24,
moved to Europe at 25,
got pregnant at 26,
had my most amazing MMG at 27,
worked on a Master's degree at 28,
and got pregnant with Baby #2 at 29.

I spent the last day of my 20's with my girl because J is out of town. We played and played and played, I got a haircut (much needed), and we ATTEMPTED to go bowling. The lanes were all full and we waited because one lane was almost finished. When they started another game, I told G we needed to leave because the other lanes were full of league players and a party of some kind. She started bawling and begging to "BOWLEE!" This crying thing is unusual for her and I think it's because she's really starting to miss her daddy. Anyway, when the 2 young (early 20's...ahh, so much to learn :-) guys saw us, they asked me if we were waiting for the lane. I told them it was fine if they weren't finished but they started insisting that we take the it (I would assume it was because G looked soooo pitiful). Then, one of them said "Ma'am, we don't need to have another game." I'm not sure what is wrong with me (ok, hormones, feeling giant, wishing I could be irresponsible on the last day of my 20s, desperately missing my friends who are all over the country, missing J, being called ma'am by 2 guys that think I'm old, blah, blah, blah) but I started crying. Right there in the bowling alley. What?!? Embarrassing much? So I scooped up The G and hustled out of there. One of the guys followed me out asking if I was OK, stuttering, and falling over himself offering me the bowling lane AND continued to call me ma'am. Poo. I couldn't stop crying so I just scurried away. I hope this will be funny in a day or two. Right now I just feel deflated (although you wouldn't know that to look at the pic of my big 'ole belly! Ha!).