Made in Richmond

Whoooooaaaaaaaa!

You look like you’re about to pop!!!

You haven’t had that baby yet?

That baby definitely hasn’t dropped.

You *have* talked with your doctor about how you’ll probably need a C-section, right?

Friday: Up somewhat late. To work for a couple hours. Lunch with the mother-in-law to celebrate her birthday. Back to work for a little bit. Home with the hubs to nap. Sent husband off to his very own “baby tailgate.” Church meeting. Home to watch TV and go to bed.

Saturday: Slept in. Shower. Lunch at Taco Bell. To Kinko’s to run bulletins for church. Quick stop at Target. Home. Very long walk in hope to get this baby moving. Very long nap to recover from very long walk. Puttering and snuggling. Went to pick up dinner. Realized that some bastard had hit my car leaving a sizable dent and pulling off part of the bumper. Fumed. Called the insurance company. Fumed some more because I will now spend the last few days of my pregnancy dealing with insurance companies, deductibles, and repair shops. Watched The Office and Smallville. Started having contractions every 15 minutes starting at 9:30. Continued having contractions every 15 minutes until about 12:45am. Stopped having contractions. Cursed the heavens. Went to sleep.

Sunday: Woke up in a very bad mood over aforementioned ceasing on contractions. Took a shower. Got dressed. Greeted in-laws who came over for hopefully their last weekend of home improvement assistance before the baby comes. Church. Dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup. Just did a little bookeeping for church. Will now put on pajamas, watch TV, go to bed, and pray for productive contractions.

Have a great week!

Friday was my last day “going to work.” Starting Monday I’ll be working from home until this kid makes his/her appearance. Probably a good call as by the time 2pm rolls around I’m ready to smash my office chair against the wall and eat everything in sight. No one needs to see that.

There’s also the issue of clothing. As the baby gets bigger (and as my belly drops, even though everyone - including perfect strangers - likes to inform me that it hasn’t) my wardrobe options are dwindling at an alarming rate. So, I will spend much of the remainder of my pregnancy clad in yoga pants and tank tops with my belly hanging out in all its glory.

And eating peanut butter. I’m sure there will be much of that happening, too.

I can’t even handle it.

Doesn’t it almost look like she’s smiling in this picture? It’s as if she’s saying “Oh down comforter, I will hold you and squeeze you and never ever let you go.”

Seeing as I had made no progress at my last doctor’s appointment, I gave Ross the OK to go to Blacksburg this evening to watch the Hokies play Maryland. Blacksburg that is 3 1/2 hours away.

I’m totally asking for this kid to be born tonight.

One week to go. Still big. Etc. etc.

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Yes, that would be Hardee’s in the background.

I’m due in 10 days.

I can’t walk by the baby’s room without peeking in and sighing.

This evening I was finally able to explain to Ross how this all feels…

The only way I can describe it is it’s as if I miss the baby terribly, even though I’ve never met him or her. It’s so strange to love someone so much without having ever met or even seen that person.

Come on, little one. Come on.

Friday: Work. Over to Short Pump to pick up my iPhone. Back to work. Home to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. Watched Young Frankenstein. Bed.

Saturday: Slept in a bit and lounged around. Various household tasks. Lovely nap. Shower. Some puttering. Went to get dinner. Stopped by a party for a little bit. Home. Bed.

Sunday: Awoken by the doorbell randomly ringing at 5am. Made Ross go downstairs with the baseball bat. No one was there. Blamed it on the fact that we have a wireless doorbell and, sure, it could randomly go off. Stayed up for a bit to read and calm myself down after being sufficiently freaked out. Back to bed until 9ish. Up to go run bulletins for church. Home to shower. Lunch with in-laws. Home for a bit. Church. Home to do some work. To bed soon, I hope.

I am due in 10 days. I can’t even believe it.

Have a great week!