4.15.2012

Changes are a coming....

My due date is just 5 weeks away, possibly... could be 4, I'm not exactly sure and need to talk to my midwife about that.  I'm pulling for 5 though, I've got a lot to do.

Anyway, there are are about 10 times out of each day that I'm some how reminded that I'm pregnant.  Whether it be some crazy acrobats in the belly, or strange spasms in my lower belly, or just by chance catching my reflection as I walk past a mirror - it always seems to catch me off guard.  And then I say it... again... to my husband "I can't believe we're having another baby."  and a big smile spreads across both of our faces.  Followed by the realization that this big day keeps getting closer and closer... and I keep putting things off for next week...  then I get a little nervous. 

I look back at pregnancy pictures from Am and in the background the crib is set up, the packed bags on the floor... and I'm pretty sure I'm about 28 weeks pregnant in those pics.  I'm 35 weeks now, I could go into labor in 2 weeks and it wouldn't really matter... and I haven't packed a bag, haven't really even thought about packing a bag...  I kind of think I might do that while I'm actually in labor, something to distract me.  I think I'll set the baby's bed up while I'm in early labor too. 

On another note.  We have a 4 year old, who is quickly developing this whole attitude "I'm cool - what if I say 'no' thing"  its kind of annoying.  Like yesterday when I told her to do something and she looked me straight in the eye, put her hands on her hips, stuck out her foot, cocked her head to the side and said "no." - it took me off guard really.  No??  what happened to this kid? 

So today, she was helping daddy and I move the filing cabinet... mostly daddy, I just moved a couple of light drawers.  Anyway, she was in charge of opening and closing the door for us.  However, in between left plenty of play time in an unplanted muddy flower bed...  and the thought came to my head "Every parent plans their day perfectly - and then the 4 yr old finds mud." 

Okay, end of stories - goodnight peeps.   

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