Oh my god, I just realized the creepy floating baby to the right is now in double digits, not triple anymore.
And I was reading a story about this lady who developed toxemia and delivered at 33 weeks, and I was saying to Danny: imagine if that was us, that would be 6 weeks from now.
The changing table, crib mattress, and the bassinet are out in the hall. I am only 1/5 of the way done with moving my closet out of the baby's future room and into our room. There are clothes everywhere, most of which I am giving away anyway. There are bills that I haven't filed, a few months worth, in a pile on a desk that is supposed to be gone from the baby's room entirely. Stevie is still too bad to be within 50 yards of a newborn. I need to balance the checkbook. I haven't caught up on all my US Weeklys. I need to paint my toenails. I got two new cds that I haven't even opened yet. I am not ready for this kid to come! I just need eight or nine more trimesters.
On the other hand, I couldn't take any more trimesters. I have felt like crap for weeks and weeks (and weeks) now. I am just now heading into my third trimester and I can't wait for it to be over. I just want to sleep every single minute. I am over being pregnant, the same way I was over being pregnant at about 9 weeks. I feel bad saying that because it is supposed to be such a special time blah blah blah, and it is in a way of course, but in another way, it is such a SUCKY time. This baby better be cute after all this crap!
Drama queen. Stop typing about it and start filing! Get a pedicure and while they are painting your toes, read your US Weekly's. Danny can help with the closet.
ReplyDeleteAlso, buy a baby doll to get Stevie used to having a newborn. Trust me. I have read about this online and a lot of people do it. Just carry it around with you, let her smell it, etc. that way she won't eat my niece/nephew.
and how dare you call my little niece/nephew a creepy floating baby! The nerve!
Too bad you don't live close - I'd come and help you. we could practive labor breathing - hee hee hooooo hee hee hoooo - together.
I must be the bestest friend ever because I am right there with you - a house in disarray, piles of everything that needs to find a home, toes in dire need of attention and oh yes, even the weight gain. And if my frickin cat would let me - I would be asleep every chance I could (including right now). I am there with you in spirit my friend - see how I give? ;)
ReplyDeleteBut you will have much more to show for it - I am this much of a mess without even the excuse of something growing in my belly. I have something growing in my colon, but that's nothing people want to know about.
It bites the big one that you are so far away because you know I would be there in a heartbeat helping, plus then, I wouldn't be faced with my own growing to do-list.
Take a deep breath and some comfort in knowing it doesn't all Have to be done before the peanut arrives. You got enough on your plate - don't add unnecessary pressure. Plus, when CFB* arrives, and isn't pooping or crying, there will be a lot of sleeping going on which will give you plenty of time to listen to CD's and catch up on gossip - or call a friend and catch up.
LOVE you lots and cannot wait to see you.
*CFB - creepy floating baby. I know you were referencing the avatar countdown and not the peanut growing in your belly, but since your Aunt made that connection and it made me laugh - it just might stick.