15 Days

If little Baby Girl comes on time, it's 15 days and counting. The bassinet is up, the diapers are ready, the nursery is fairly well organized. I have a list of things I still want to buy (stuff for after the hospital stay) and am hoping to do that tomorrow. We also need to pack a little overnight bag, although some people tell me that the day I go into labor, I'll have enough time to get that together. I tend to agree with that, seeing as I'm not working.

15 days. It's weird. We'll be parents. It feels surreal. I like to believe it's sunk in a little bit more for me than it has for David, but probably not. We're both probably clueless.

I'm pretty huge. It's really hard to bend over at all. (Which is annoying, because I continually want to weed the front gardens. And if I drop something on the floor, it usually stays there until someone else picks it up.) I tried to put my Sketchers on today (because even though it's mid-June, it was only 60 degrees and pouring rain this morning and freezing cold), but they wouldn't fit. I can only wear flip flops.

I'm to the point where, although I'm still pretty terrified at the thought of L&D, I just want it to start. I want to get it over with, to have her here. I'm tired of people telling me scary stories about how much our lives are going to change, how we'll never sleep and we'll be so tired and she'll poop so much and we won't have time for anything etc. etc. etc.

So, yes. I want her to get here. But I guess she can't until after the 19th. I can just see it. If I go into labor before the 19th, I'll be lying there in the hospital bed feeling guilty about the fact that D will have cancelled the release concert. I don't want that on my conscience. :)