Is it bad that when someone posted today about there being 53 days until the first Baylor home game, I thought, "Hmm, William is due in 41...he needs to come a little bit earlier than that." Seriously, momma has season tickets and a MIL in Waco.
With 6 weeks to go, everything has gotten more difficult. I can't breathe, my feet swell, I have to pee all the time...I swear this kid is laying spread eagle in there and taking up every bit of space that he has. I've quit sleeping - I'm so not comfortable - but I also want to go to bed at 8pm every night just to sprawl out in the bed and lay somewhere comfy.
Somehow the list of things to do before the baby gets here is getting longer, too, not shorter. My ability to put them off for more fun projects is getting better as well. I'm starting to longingly look at the clothes in my closet that I miss, as I put on the little grey knit skirt on for the 3rd time this week.
Mostly, I think I'm getting to the point where I'm about done. Let's move on to the fun part of having my little boy here!
One other thing I'm done with: the "just wait" comments. I've never understood this, and I'm sure I'm going to piss some people off with this post, but I don't care. Since being pregnant, it seems like everyone is quick to point out, "oh, you think this is bad? Just WAIT!" Is this supposed to make me feel better? Shame me into thinking I'm weak? Why are we constantly trying to out-mom each other? I so appreciate the "hang in there" and "I know it's rough" comments. That creates a community, a camaraderie of friends that are there for each other rather than rivals trying to outdo each other. Life is too short, y'all.
Ok, rant over.
Not too much time left - what are your guesses on when he'll be here??