How did the TV control move? Oh just because baby girl kicked it so hard. Oh did I mention SHE'S STILL INSIDE ME? And yeah, I totally pulled out my phone and video taped it. I swear, this girl's doing karate in there these days! Or maybe she's practicing her kick boxing..

How many more days left?

I was sitting on the couch after a phone interview with a potential Doula, telling Mike all about it. He was looking at me, but typing at his computer, and I apologized and told him he could keep doing what he was doing. He told me I was fine, so I ignored his typing and continued talking. I was going on and on about this Doula and what roll she plays in our birth and what she said, and how many births she's attended, and blah blah blah, and then I stopped because I noticed he was still typing.

He then Said "Sorry. I'm presenting this right now" 

Right now?! He was on a group chat presenting something he built and he was letting me yammer on about a doula?! Man I'm annoying! I told him he needs to tell me to "stop talking and shut up!" How is it that I married the sweetest man? He was sitting there trying to listen to me talk about a Doula, all the while trying to present something to his team. And I thought he just wasn't interested in what I was saying :P This man, I tell you. He's the kindest man there is. He really is. And the poor guy married me. I don't know how he puts up with me, but I'm sure glad he does :)

And this may be a picture from the other night, when he was making peanut butter cookies. Yep, I got myself a keeper! 

                               

                                        Two more weeks until baby girls due date.

                             I wonder if she'll show up on time or if she'll surprise us...

So much to do, so little time

There's still so much to get done, and I'm running out of time.
When we moved in to this new house, we unpacked everything but didn't put stuff away. Like the computers got placed in the center of the living room  and have only moved once to be pushed against the wall to make walking space. When the couches were delivered they got set in the most inconvenient spots ever and can't be moved until the misplaced piano gets carried up a flight if stairs. Which Mike can't do alone, and I'm no help! So there they sit.

If you squeeze past them and go in to the kitchen, you will find the bookshelf that got placed in the corner, and all of the shelves and items that belong on the bookshelf sitting on the floor and half of the table. I can't put these items away, because they go on the bookshelf that does not belong in the kitchen. But again, I can't carry it up the stairs to the guest room. So there it sits too. 

Then there's the TV and the TV stand that is half painted. I'm waiting to paint the other side of it until I can pull it out and get to it. But I can't until the piano is moved and the TV/TV stand are in the living room. To do this the couches need to be moved and again, same problem as above. Are you beginning to see the issue? 

I cannot walk through my house without tripping over things, and I really want to have a table again. I can't decorate or hang anything on the walls, until things are put away and furniture is where it's supposed to be. So I don't feel like the house is a home yet. I really want things ready for the holidays! And I want everything done before the baby gets here, and preferably before my mom visits, so we can actually sit on the furniture and not trip over things walking from one room to the next.

 I put away the stuff I could, but the heavy things I can't do. And a lot of the heavy stuff needs to be moved before I can finish with the light stuff. Putting shelves back on the book case, putting the books on the shelves, getting picture frames off the floor and up on the walls, etc. My To Do list doesn't have nearly enough check marks. I think I'm going to need to pay someone to come do this heavy lifting for me. Mikes too busy with work and half of the stuff he can't do alone. This mama needs to nest, and this is making it very difficult, haha.

I have a week and a half until my mom gets here, and about two weeks until babies birth date. Something better happen soon because we're running out of time! Mike, being the sweetheart he is, took me shopping to get the items on our birth list over the weekend though. We gathered a lot of the supplies we will need which is a great feeling! but also a little scary.
This little girl will be here before we know it! But we're totally excited!!

Lately

Last week was General Conference and we stayed in bed all day. Mike did get up and make homemade horchata and blueberry pancakes and I got up to do the dishes (I hate dirty dishes) But other than that, we stayed in bed, snuggled up, watching conference, drinking delicious horchata, and enjoying this moment in our lives. It's a wonderful chapter right now, and we can't wait to start the next one with our little girl.

 I have been feeling like nothing is going how it should and everything is a jumbled mess, but I spent the day washing and sorting little baby clothes and it was perfect. It reminded me that no matter what is happening, where we are, if the house is unpacked or not, I need to relax. Because this sweet baby is perfect. She is my calm and my peace, and once she is in my arms, none of that other stuff is going to even matter.

We also started our birthing classes and they are going really well. I'm hoping they will help me feel more prepared for this birth. Do you ever feel prepared? Mike has been a saint, and I couldn't do any of this without him. He is incredible, and is going to be an amazing dad. And I'm so glad he is with me, because if he wasn't I would be the only one laughing in our birthing class.

I'm sorry but when she starts talking about massaging the perineum I can't help but think of this. And when the book is quoting a Dr. Dick-Read and you are standing in a circle growling, it's really hard not to start laughing.

week 36

Like every other expecting mama, I signed up for those weekly updates on those pregnancy websites. Each week they send you an email letting you know that your baby is the size of a radish, or a head of lettuce, and tell you that your back is probably hurting this week, or you will soon need to buy those maternity clothes you've been avoiding. They really aren't very helpful at all, but it's fun to get a little reminder of how many weeks along you are, and what your baby looks like each week. Fun until you are nearing the end, and you are already totally stressed out, and open up your inbox to find this weekly update waiting for you!

"Congratulations!" It says.

Thank you!! I'm totally excited to meet this sweet baby. Congratulations indeed :) I've grown a little human!

And then you continue reading..

"Your baby will be born any time now,  as most births take place between weeks 37–40. Although this is an exciting time, it can also be a time of anxiety.." 

YOU'RE TELLIN' ME! Like this is really happening? THANKS FOR THAT! Your letter started out so kind. What happened? As if my anxiety weren't bad enough, you had to send me this weekly update and remind me that I have to push this baby out of my vagina, and then go on to remind me that it could happen at any minute on any day anywhere "between weeks 37-40"? Great! 

"He or she is one week away from being considered full term, at 19 inches in length and weighing around six pounds."

Yeah so as you've made it very clear, I'm going to be birthing this baby SOON. Let's not talk about numbers, okay? Thanks.

And to make sure you are really stressed out they remind you that you are not prepared for this birth at all.

"If you haven’t done so yet, pack a hospital bag in preparation for labor."

Well I've got a killer hospital bag checklist made! Does that count??

"Talk with your healthcare provider about any concerns you may have as you continue to wait for your water to break."

Yeah, that's how they ended it. Those were their closing words everybody.

SERIOUSLY? I HAVE A GAZILLION CONCERNS! Take a seat. This could take a while. First concern... That you just said "continue to wait for your water to break" NO THANKS! 

Mama OUT.

Next time I quit reading after the "congratulations"