Final Preparations

The true countdown has begun. Since I hit about 12 weeks I have always shortened it in my head by two weeks. So instead of 10 weeks I thought 8. I can't really do that anymore. If I shorten my time by two weeks I am past my date! It is the craziest thing. I feel so ready, but then when I really think about actually having Brody here I think, "Oh, I can wait..."

I flip-flop between emotions more than ever. I know that the price my body has paid for having a baby is well worth it, but every once in a while I get really emotional about how much my body has changed and won't be the same. I know I have talked about my stretch marks before, but I don't think anyone really realizes how bad mine are unless they have seen them. It's bad. I guess that's what I have gotten instead of major puking or getting huge everywhere else on my body. I went for quite a while with not much showing and then BAM! I had belly everywhere and my skin took it hard. It's really not a pretty site. Not that I had a cute stomach before, but it is a little depressing. Oh, and does being pregnant mean that all of a sudden you snore like a bear? I have never really been a snore-er, but apparently I was so bad last night that Trevor left the room and slept on the couch the whole night. I have never been so tired in my whole life. Since the 24th celebrations I have felt completely wiped out. I have like this excessive amount of saliva in my mouth lately, and so the second I lay my head on a pillow I am drooling all over the place. Pregnancy is so not the prettiest time of life.

Trevor has really got a jump on preparing for Brody. The other day he was like, "Shouldn't you get your bag ready for the hospital?" So, this week I really am going to get that done. I have narrowed down the outfit for Brody to come home in to three different outfits. I have put off washing anything because there is always the off chance that he could come out a she, but I figured I could take off the tags on these three outfits and wash them today.

Trevor has also installed the car seat base in our car, so it's ready to go. He has it strapped in nice and tight....I don't think I could get it out if I tried. I have taken the time to put in those plug protectors all over the house. I know it may seem a little early for this, but I didn't want to wait until it was too late. As a baby I took my mom's keys and stuck them in the wall socket. It created a huge black mark up the wall, shocked me, and made a loud noise even. My mom says I didn't cry because she thinks I was too scared, but I didn't want to risk waiting until Brody found the keys and tried it out himself.

It really feels like time has flown by, and yet, it seems really slow. Somedays I feel like bawling because I am so sick and tired of it all, and then other days I feel great and like this has not been bad at all. I feel fortunate that things have gone as well as they have so far, and that I shouldn't complain at all, but there are times that I just can't take it anymore. It seemed very surreal at the beginning when we didn't know if we were having a boy or a girl, and I wasn't showing...but the thoughts of him REALLY being here are more surreal than ever. No one can prepare us for what is coming up next no matter how much they tell us. I just can't believe it. Now if he would just come already....