Goodbyes are never easy.

Today is a bittersweet day. It was my last day my dream job.

About a year ago, I found this job randomly. It's one I've been searching for since college, but I never knew if it actually existed in real life or only in my mind. When I found it, I was ecstatic. I applied immediately, did phone interviews, in-person interviews, and was hired. Seriously. The job combined all my favorite things... old people, exercise, and enough paperwork to make any OCD/anal retentive organizer happy. Heaven.

The last few months have gotten increasingly more difficult. I've decided my body was not made to carry children, especially a horse the size of Baby G. With my increasing level of pain and swelling, Bob and I decided I should go ahead and stop working well before Baby arrives, mainly because certain aspects of my job were no longer doable.

So. Today was my last day, with a promise from my regional boss that I'll have a spot there in the future should I choose to return someday. So for now, I'm classifying myself as a "Lady Who Lunches" mainly with Auntie Jess. Then once Baby arrives, I'll be a stay at home mom.. something I never thought I'd be. But here we are! Now all I need is a BABY!!!

48 days!!

We have 48 days until Baby G arrives. OH EM GEE.

My shower over the weekend went wonderfully. We got tons of stuff for Baby that we actually needed. It was wonderful. I seriously have the best friends ever. Auntie Jess and E put together a perfect afternoon of food, games, and friends.

Tonight while thinking about something random, I remembered a box of childhood books I had out in our garage. Some of those books were ones from my mom's childhood. She passed down her faves to me, and I'll pass them down to Baby G. It's so special to me that we can have this connection through books from generation to generation.

Our teacher friends have already given Baby G around 20 or so books of his own. Bob and I both love to read, and I'm hoping we can instill that love in Baby as well. We're going to start early.

Hormones are a bitch.

So this week has been a flurry of activity in our house. We've been trying to get everything cute and looking just right in preparation for my baby shower this weekend...at our house. Bob had a honey-do list damn near a mile long. I've stressed us both out to the max. Nesting blows sometimes.

So Wednesday night, after an already super long day at work, I decided to tackle assembling our brand spankin' new pack n play... alone. I assumed I could handle it. I could not. It took me 1.5 episodes of DVR'd Ellen to put the damn thing together. Bob got home around 11pm, surveyed my work, and declared that surely it wasn't THAT difficult. Yep. That made me feel lots better.

Once upstairs, Bob started asking questions about how I wanted Baby's curtains hung in his room (which was to be Bob's Thursday project). Aaaaand I lost my shit. I told him I'd just do it myself and he could just go to bed. I went into our bedroom to fold laundry, he came in and told me to breathe, and I lost it. I cried for approximately 30 minutes, hyperventilated a smidge, and then started all over again when I realized he was smirking at the scene in front of him.... ME. Sweet Jesus. He didn't say it out loud, but I KNOW he was thinking, "Where in the hell is the calm, sensible, even-keeled woman I married?" Well, buddy, you knocked her up and now she's a bundle of hormones and tears.

So by Thursday, all was well again. I had another doctors appointment, and Baby G is measuring and sounding just like a galloping horse. I'm now at 31 weeks and so ready for March 20 its not even funny!

Holy balls.

Holy balls. So over the weekend, Bob and I both separately realized just how close we are to becoming parents. PARENTS. Holy crap. We have 58 days until our pre-scheduled, tentative delivery date. Since I'll be having a c section, my doctor will deliver Baby on March 20. HOLY SHIT.

I had a minor meltdown over the weekend and ordered a ton of stuff. My mom and everyone have told me to wait and see what we get from our registries, but I just couldn't. So instead, I used some gift cards we've gotten to order our pack n play, some diapers, some onesies, and a baby bean bag. Have ya'll see those? Supposedly they help with reflux and deformed heads. I know that's not what misshapen baby noggins are called, however, I don't know the technical name. I do know, however, that our insurance does not cover the formative helmets, and I don't particularly want to shell out $4000 for one. So I'm planning ahead and averting that future bill, hopefully.

So anyway. I feel moderately better that we have SOME necessary items for this child. Yes, we have his nursery furniture, but no crib mattress. We have a stroller, but no carseat. That'll be my next random, panicked, impulse purchase, I'm sure. I plan to breastfeed, but I can't order our insurance-supplied pump until 30 days prior to my due date. Gah. I hate waiting.

My nesting may be getting out of hand a smidge. This weekend I also ordered a LOT of clothes for Baby from Zara. They were having a sale, and I bought stuff for next year/end of this year. Winter stuff that was adorable and on sale. I can't pass up a good sale.

On that note, I've recently noticed that a lot of adults are misusing the words "sale" and "sell." It drives me nuts. As if their/they're/there and aisle/isle and all those other words aren't bad enough, people have forgotten the meaning and use of sale and sell, or they don't care enough to fix THEIR mistakes. Either way, it drives me crazy.

Enough rambling... I have curtains to hang.

Productive week!

So since moving into our house last August, I've had a running list of things to do. In the last week, we've mostly focused on the nursery. This coming week, it's the rest of the house. And I want it all done before next Sunday when we have a house full of friends for my shower!

This week we have painted the nursery, put the crib together, and assembled the dresser/changing table.

Still on the list- finish hanging all the curtains, do something with our breakfast nook, make the mudroom more presentable, and finish painting the rest of the house. And I want all these things done yesterday. Seriously. I'm absolutely full on nesting, and it's driving me crazy that I can't just do all these things on my own! I may need to hire/rent a husband!

Showered.

This has been a very long weekend! I left Charlotte on Thursday for Atlanta to spent the evening with Carly, Frank, and SJ. Every time I see Sarah she's grown up more. I'm happy they're in Atlanta, but we haven't seen them any more than we did when they were in Houston! This must change. Once I'm done with work and Baby G gets here, I plan on making it down there more often. There's a saying that cousins are our first best friends, and that was certainly the case in my family. I think history needs to repeat itself.

After Atlanta, I headed to Philadelphia, MS, to host a Tupperware party for Bob's mom. Boy, do her friends love them some Tupperware! From there, I came on over to Hometown yesterday, and was honored with a fabulous baby shower today. My friends Lacey and Katherine are amazing and did a fantastic job. I loved every single thing from the invites, to the diaper cake, to the favors (cookies), and of course, the obligatory petit fours from Trainas. I'll post pics once my official photographer (Kat) sends me the pics.

Baby G got so many cute things. He got an amazing handmade blanket from a family friend, lots of clothes, including some Duke gear (his dad will be pumped), and several pairs of shoes/socks. This kid is set, at least for the first 3 months of life.

I still have two more showers to go... My friends are certainly amazing women!

Imported and open.

If I actually still have readers, you may notice a few things are different.

First, the blog name has changed. Second, there are a ton more posts than there were earlier today.

Since this past June, I've kept a separate pregnancy blog. Mostly a place for me to vent, chat, and expel all the diarrhea from my brain.

Well tonight, thanks to Carly's knowledge, I've merged the two blogs into one. 

If you enjoy stalking, you have a lot of reading to do.

Project overload.

Well, panic hit on Wednesday night. I realized we have NOTHING for this child, besides some absolutely adorable clothes. So. This week, I've ordered his crib (which will arrive Monday), purchased his dresser/changing table, and picked out and ordered the glider/recliner. I also preregistered for the hospital. So that's done. We've also set up his newborn photographer, which is one less thing we have to worry about it closer to his birth... ELEVEN WEEKS FROM NOW.

So along with getting the baby's room ready, I've also need to finish the following projects:
- A Pinterest inspired breakfast nook, compliments of an Ikea shelf turned bench and a Craigslist farmhouse table that need some serious TLC, which I have yet to actually go pick up...
- I also need to finish the guest room pieces of furniture living in our garage and put them in their appropriate guest rooms.
- We need to hang the valance my fabulous MIL made for our dining room and make the panels that go underneath them.
- Set up an office/Tupperware corner of our house for my burgeoning business (ha).

All this along with picking a paint color and actually painting the nursery and hanging the window treatments MIL also made. I also need to figure out how to decorate his walls since we aren't really doing a theme. My Etsy account is working overtime. And we need to put all this furniture/stroller/baby accessories together. With Bob being gone 4-5 days a week. Seriously for the month of December, he was home 3 nights. Three.

I've broken down (tonight) and begged Auntie Jess to come help me with the house. Besides all this stuff, I feel like I need to organize too. At some point this weekend, I'm hitting up the Container Store to spend the rest of my paycheck that I didn't spend at Ikea today. It could get ugly. I'll have to restrain my OCD and not let it out to play.