I. Am. Pregnant.
I am due January 9. Which really is only like 10 weeks from now. That's nothing when you add in a trip to Disney, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I am moving from monthly appointments to every two weeks. I passed my glucose test, whoohoo! This baby girl is moving and kicking up a storm. You can see her kicking. She seems to like resting right on my bladder. I don't sleep well anymore. I can't get up and down as easily as I could just a few days ago. It's harder to breathe. I am carrying Tums in my purse. This baby is really coming.
The crazy thing is I feel so laid back about the whole thing. Maybe it's because we have experienced so much medical stuff that birthing a child, a second child, just seems less difficult. (HA!)
Some wonderful friends have given us some darling seasonally appropriate clothes. I dug through all of Will's old clothes and found some of the least offensive boy sleepers. I had picked generic bedding for Will, so we'll reuse that again. I went through all the blankets, burp cloths and other sweet little baby items and again, found the least offensive items.
The guest room to nursery transformation is taking place in early November. I have started a list of a few items I need to get - namely a baby wear sling type thing. I am going to need to be as hands free as possible to keep up with Will.
The only thing I'm trying to allow myself to worry about is work and ensuring that I have everything all buttoned up. I am avoiding thinking about just how the hell I am going to deal with a baby not inside my belly and Will. Life feels easy right now.
I must say, I am really focused on enjoying every minute of "just the three of us" time that is left. Last night Will was in such a great mood, we all ate dinner together and hung out. It was awesome. Just the three of us. It makes me sad and anxious to think that Will is not going to get my totally undivided attention whenever he (or me) wants it. But, it will be good for all of us.
Talking about the baby
Loving on my little guy