39 days!

We're under 40 days. OH MY GOD.

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.

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.

Big Booty.

So. I'm at that stage where I don't look pregnant, but my clothes don't fit any more. My boobs are too big, and my belly is too bloated. Today, I stopped at Target to pick up some maternity clothes. Guess what Target sucks at? Maternity clothes. They had ONE PAIR of maternity pants. ONE. So I bought a belly band. Hopefully that will help my tight waist band issues. My pants still "fit" but they get a smidge tight when I sit down. As far as the boobs go, I'm still looking for options. My plan is to hit up Destination Maternity this weekend. I don't need much, just some clothes for work mainly.

The few people who know I'm pregnant are counting down to Thursday. Everyone is stupid excited to share our news. I'm ready to tell all of my friends too. It's hard keeping something like this a secret! However, once Thursday around 10am happens, it'll spread like wild fire, I'm sure.

Pictures to come!!!