Mama b here reporting you live from the quiet sector of the household (and hiding from being sought out by her hubby) while big daddy is studying for rather important interview that could possibly make our lives easier and having the end result of me wearing scarfs (more on that later).
As you can see, I'm growing rapidly and rather HUGE. The due date is approaching with a speed that could rival any runaway locomotive going down a steep rocky mountain-with no brakes- heavily loaded with explosives heading straight into a small town who is watching and waiting for its ultimate demise. BAHM!!! A little over dramatic? Not really. Not when I'm reminded on a daily basis that we are not set up for her arrival yet. That while I'm still baking goober, who at this time, has enough power and strength in her kicks, that rival Jet Li and Jackie Chan combined, rearranges and flatten my innards that would soon resemble a surrealistic painting straight from Salvador Dali, I still have boxes to unpack and naps to take (I'm exhausted carrying around an extra 22 pounds of babyfat) oh and STILL go to work. trying not to panic, trying not to panic. ack!
What makes this 3rd tri so interesting. Is that about 8 yrs ago, I was in my 32 week (which I just entered in NOW) when snickerdoodle decided to NOT wait for her official due date and come well, MONTHS early. So officially, the countdown has officially started and no one nows for sure when goober will be born except for well goober. Hypothetically and by all hopes by our doctor and my worried hubby that she will be born on her scheduled due date (planned c-sect, not my choice but meh what can you do?) on June 4th. But like I said, this is all up to her.
In preparation for this, I've decided to get this ready this time. This far ahead of schedule, and well, be a bit more prepared than I was the last time, 8 yrs ago. My overnight bag is roughly 85% packed. Goobers bag is set and ready to go with cute fuzzy pink blankets, various amounts of onesies, diapers and after they are washed bottles and soothers (aka pacifiers) just in case. I believe that all this prep will be for naught, simply because I'm convinced that something will happen that I'll be out of the house, away from the bags when the water will break. I won't be able to reach big daddy at all because his phone reception sucks at work, and he may not pick up his phone from work, or worse, he'll be in Bellevue when all this happens and I"ll be driving my happy butt from work to the hospital. Solution, pack goobers bag in the truck, pack my bag..crap I can't, I need those clothes to wear! I'm cheap, I bought enough clothes to last a week, if that. I'm refuse to pay more than 200 bucks for my whole maternity wardrobe, hence why these last couple of months, I've been wearing sweats. Perfect to go with my swollen belly, ankles, cheeks (both sets) and ta-tas. Starbucks gear it is!
Meanwhile, baby shower invites have been sent out weeks ago but by the grace of the UPS gods, some but not all invites have made it to the appropriate parties. I still don't have enough seats for everybody, I have no idea how to fix that. I'm wondering if I should've mentioned to bring your own seat on the bottom of the invite, because this may be interesting. I have no games or silly baby stuff to do. However, I do have wine! isn't that all what matters? I mean seriously, with food and wine. Can you go wrong? Let the wine do the talking I say! Though it would be seriously nice to see all my dearest friends and family members here at the house, oohing and aaahing over cute clothes and other baby stuff that are so cute and sweet that my teeth will soon ache. but secretly I'll be envying everyone with a wine glass in their hands while I'll have to be content with sparkling cider! or worse...water!
These past months have been fun. I've experience more brain cell loss than ever before. I've had enough "heres your sign" moments that would make me ashamed to hold my head up. I've become clumsy, ungraceful, messy and a huge emotional mess. Its quite funny as I sit down and think about all the times this has happened. Usually on a regular basis, sadly enough. I have decided to amuse you all and will share all these experiences with you one night, when I'm kept up because goober has decided to keep me up with karate kicks, push ups and of course, pre-labor contractions. Yay!
On a side note..We have a CRIB!! goober will no longer have to be doomed to sleep in a laundry basket for the first few months of her life. However, we still need to put it together. *sighs*
Till then..just remember that birth control pills are only 99.9% effective...and I'm that .01% that well even with the best on the time daily control, not everything is cracked up to work out that way....proof is in the works (32 weeks and counting).
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