When I first announced I was pregnant, there were a ton of people telling me to get ready for the longest 9 months of my life. While there have been a few recent moments of anxiety for her arrival, I feel like this last 3/4s of a year have flown by!
I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that it is February 2013 already. It feels like June 2012 (and that positive pregnancy test) were just yesterday.
There are less than 4 weeks until this little's due date.
Since last week, I've been feeling exhausted; much like the first trimester. Baby girl has seemed to have much more energy lately...or maybe she's just running out of room. When she wiggles around, now you can see elbows and knees and bum going by.
Every day, Brad tells me, 'I can't wait to meet her!'
We still haven't decided 100% on a name. We've made a list of about 10 names that we can agree on, and then we're waiting to see her little face. Hopefully she will give us a clue about who she is... though she'll probably just look like a baby and we'll have to choose using the highly scientific method of "eeny meeny miney mo."
We are approx. 98.7% ready to have a baby living in our house. We have a crib, and some diapers and some clothes. Though her clothes are either in bags in her room, or in bags in the basement. We also have a car seat to bring her home in, and a stroller to take her on walks around the neighborhood (or walks out of our neighborhood into the slightly better part of town).
Apparently, though, I haven't been nesting enough to satisfy my husband. This weekend he said to me, "Why don't you want to get her room ready? It's hardly decorated at all!"
Yes, I have been procrastinating. Our moms are throwing a baby shower for us this coming weekend, so I didn't want to do anything else until we know what we'll need to buy for ourselves.
But I promised my husband that next Saturday, my goal is to wash all of her tiny clothes and blankets, organize them, and put them away in the dresser he is picking up this afternoon.
I'm really hoping that this little will decide to come a little earlier than her due date. I'm impatient.