37 Weeks!

Holy cow I am full term! This whole time I've just been hoping and praying that I'll reach June safely with this pregnancy and here it is! Baby girl, you can come out now. Haha- well, you're totally welcome to hang out for a few more weeks (like 3, tops :-P) but daddy and I are just so excited to meet you! I'll be honest, as much as I've been complaining about pain and swelling and stretch marks, I'm sort of going to miss the little bond we have while you're in my belly. I mean people don't get our inside jokes - they have no idea just how funny you are! I can't wait to shower you with love and kisses and I hope hope hope with all my heart that I can be a good enough mommy for you. I will try my hardest to give you everything you need and teach you everything I know (and if I don't know something, I promise to either a. make it up, or better yet b. look it up for you).

*sigh*
I'm still going a little nutso with wanting to make sure the house is perfectly spotless and ready for her, but hey, that's normal, right?

So we have the carseat in place now, and the hospital bag is nearly packed, and most of her clothes are washed and ironed (do you have ANY idea how difficult it is to iron an itty bitty dress with a standard sized iron?! They need to make itty bitty irons, en serio). Blankets are folded and put away, diapers and ointments and other accoutrements are all set up, ready to be used. The only thing that's not ready is me - holy shit I need to give birth (will it hurt?! will I poop?! will it hurt?! when will it happen?! fuck, it's going to hurt!!), and oh yes, her name's missing. But I mean those things are small right? Did I mention her socks are nicely put away with little dividers in her dresser drawer?