Doctor’s visit to day confirmed that the baby in locked and loaded, ready to go. She said that if I hadn’t gone into labour or progressed by next Monday she’s gonna stretch me. Stretch me? As awful and painful as that may sound, it’s truly music to the ears of a 9 month pregnant lady.

I haven’t experienced the ‘lightening’ or ‘dropping’ as I had with Carter, even though she says its definitely moved down. I still have baby feet jabbing WAY up into my chest cavity and sitting normally is nearly impossible. Like now for instance, I am sitting straight as a pin, almost a little backwards to make room for what is my MASSIVE and overbearing belly.

I looked in the mirror while grocery shopping today - like the vain and shallow person that I am - and I swear I look HUGE. I didn’t think I really looked THAT big. Funny how people think they just gained a belly during their pregnancy only to look back at photos and see that in fact they are about double the size they once were.

I think I had that moment in the grocery store.

Carter’s room is complete and he moved over on Saturday. It’s not his ‘room’ though, he politely refers to it as his ‘NEW room’ - always expressive on the new - like he doesn’t want us to forget that it’s NEW.

The nursery is nearing completion. Curtain are up, everything non-baby has been removed (except for a set of Queen size mattresses that will not fit down the stairs to my basement) and all baby stuff is there. Not really ready, but there.

I had forgotten just how tiny onesies are for a 3-6 month old. Almost brings tears to my eyes.

I didn’t realize just how much I had forgetten until I found this gem:

Newborn baby, first time mom. I documented everything as per instructions by the health nurse - plus I think my brain was mush for the first three weeks anyways. See on the far right where it says dk green? Ya, that’s referring to poop colour. I kid you not.

Looking back at this, my first though was: Fuck! That’s a lot of diapers I’m gonna have to change.

And you know what?

I can’t wait.

Shit and all. I can’t wait to meet this baby!

It wasn’t planned nor intended, but man it felt great! Taking a week off from the computer - Yes! computer, not just blogging - was a Godsend. I have doe so much around the house and even more shopping to complete things in need of completing prior to The Baby’s arrival: mind you there is a boat load of more things to be completed, but I’m far better off then I was a week ago.

Nesting instincts have begun to rear their (ugly) head. It’s really a catch 22 because I am supposed to be off work early to be resting but instead I’ve been like a little worker bee and running my hinney off for 5 straight days. I’m exhausted. But I figure the more I get done more, the more I can rest after - before baby, of course.

I almost feel as though I should be doing stuff rather then sitting around relaxing all day with Carter still in daycare and Mike working. With today being the first day I haven’t filled with tasks taking me out of the house, I’ve watched about 20 minutes of television (since daytime TV bites The Big One) and this chair at my desktop is already killing my lady bits. (I HAVE to get a wireless router soon - since work let me keep my laptop while I’m off! *wOOt* Then I can blog and design from just about anywhere - like my backyard!) I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself aside from reading all the great books that have been suggested and blogging.

I just feel guilty and bored.

Already.

I’ve only been off work for four days.

Nothing really new here - baby’s not early and I’ve just been ‘playing’ the dutiful housewife for the past couple days. But! I will be blogging more regularly, promise!

Oh, and I HATE my cat. Utterly despise him.

But that’s a story for tomorrow.

I’ve embarked on my 30th week of this pregnancy. It feels like it’s completely flown by now even though at 8 weeks I was praying to The Porcelain God that it would be over faster.

For me, this pregnancy has been far more difficult then I had anticipated. Sure, they’re all not the same, blah, blah, blah but I wasn’t will to accept that fact. I thought I was the model candidate for pregnancy and it was just natural for me - that’s how it felt when I was pregnant with Carter. I thought that I was just one of those people that was meant to be pregnant and I cold pull this off without any major hiccups. Who knows, I still could be.

My first pregnancy was - as my doctor put it - “textbook”; everything went well, there were no hiccups and no difficult times. This time? It may still be text book, but of all the mild complications one could have: morning sickness, fatigue, illness throughout, etc. I knew in my gut that this amount of fatigue, rapid heartbeat, dizziness and all around weakness wasn’t that normal though.

I was right.

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