34 weeks today. I have been feeling pretty okay with this pregnancy until about two weeks ago. Wow did it hit me like a ton of sleep inducing bricks.
I don't know what some of you ladies are talking about when you say you have a hard time sleeping. I am a sleeping machine! I sleep like the dead at night after I stuff my six pillows around me I the proper spots to support my hips, back, and beach ball belly. During the day I'll been fine, fine, fine then WHAM! I'm passing out at my desk at work. Nothing helps, not food, not sugary drinks or candy, not walking around, nothing. I just wait it out and hope I don't fall alseep and get fired.
It's probably due to the fact that the weather is warming up, and this just must be my body's way of celebrating that. My baby shower was about two weeks ago and boy was it hot out! I had a great time even though I was sweating my ass off. I had my cousin on swamp ass checking duty. No one wants to see that. We got tons of great stuff and I loved seeing everyone! The blindfolded diaper changing went off great, it was hilarious let me tell you.
Baby Ethan's room looks great, even though it doesn't have its glider yet, or a dresser. I just can't bring myself to spend $200 on a baby dresser. So I'm still researching. We are as ready as I think we're ever going to be to bring him home.
Well, kinda. I've been slacking on packing our hospital bags. Who knew that would be so stress inducing and difficult. Every article I ready about what to pack for mom makes it's sound like I'm going to explode body fluids all over everything. "Don't bring anything that you don't want to see get ruined..." Dude, what the hell is going to happen in there that everything is going to get that disgusting? So I bought comfy, ugly Hanes underwear, black cotton pants, and a black, ugly, comfy maternity bra with no underwire to apparently sacrifice to the cause.
Packing the baby's bag was even worse, holy crap. There's nothing like packing baby's hospital bag to make you feel like you have no idea what you are doing and that you probably are not going to be allowed to bring your baby home. I'm convinced they're going to take one look at me after delivery and say "nope, no way are you going home with this baby, you're completely incompetent." Other moms assure me I'll be just fine and that they will, indeed, let me keep my baby.
So right now the bags are upstairs, half packed, mostly because when I do remember that I need to finish packing them I am sitting downstairs and I'm too lazy to climb all the way up the stairs from hell to do it.
Tonight, tonight I'll finish them. Maybe.
