If you'd have asked me 3 weeks ago if I'd be still walking around with a giant belly, pregnant as can be today, I would have absolutely bet against it. With our trip to the hospital and all the contractions I've been having I'd have bet a million dollars that this boy was going to come early. But... it just goes to show that you never really know with these things.
So no baby yet.
I am %100 overwhelmed by my life right now. Not that its terrible or hard or anything. Just that I can't seem to prioritize or get anything accomplished. And I keep thinking the baby might come any day and am afraid to start any new projects. (And by projects I mean unpacking boxes and painting...that sort of thing, not the fun kind).
Despite my best laid plans, there are about 100 things on my to do list that just aren't going to get done.... Gifts that will not be as clever as I'd hoped. Phone calls that won't get returned. Decorations that will not get put up. Life is just that way sometimes. I'm OK with it...but I still feel lame and like I need to apologize to anyone who I am responsible to for anything. Sorry. Also, I am kind of in awe of all my friends and those people around me who seem to manage to get it all done. Really... in awe.
I feel like Christmas is happening all around me and I just want to curl up in bed and read about birth and hide. Or sew things. That's normal right?
When I say my belly is huge I'm not just being funny. My belly is actually measuring large and baby boy was predicted to be well over 8 lbs...and that was 3 weeks ago. Almost none of my maternity tops fit anymore. Somehow I am actually feeling more comfortable than I was a few weeks ago...maybe he's dropping? Bring it on.
It turns out I start crying a lot about a month before I give birth. It happened with Avery. It's happening this time too. Just so you know.
I have contractions ALL. DAY. LONG. Uncomfortable ones. I know its normal and nobody seems too worried about it...but still. At what point does the baby just fall out?
I'm really excited to meet our boy. Really excited. And even though I feel him kick, kick, kicking me all day long, it still feels a bit surreal.
And no...we don't have a name picked out yet. We're weird like that ;)
Merry Christmas friends! There is no way we are getting a card sent out this year. But we love you all the same!