We've been chipping away at our to-do lists for the past couple of weeks, trying to get ready for the baby. Last weekend, while I worked inside the house getting clothes and bottles all washed, dried, and put away, Kyler worked on vacuuming out the car and installing the car seat. Now every time I get into my car, I see this through the back window.
Why yes, that is a stuffed cat strapped into the car seat. (Kyler's doing, not mine) We'll be working on our buckling technique before the baby comes home. I'm not so sure those arms are supposed to be on the outside of the straps :)
Today I had my 37 week checkup. My doctor walked into the room and said, "Thirty-seven weeks. Wow, you should think about having a baby!" I told her not to worry since it had crossed my mind a few times.
Being in very Catholic Cincinnati, I'm not sure why this surprised me, but she asked me if I had started praying to Saint Gerard. When I said no, she said I should start. He's apparently the patron saint of cervical dilation. "He's a man, so you've got to be specific, but he does great work."
She also poked and prodded at my belly, confirming once again that this belly is all baby. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I flatter myself and take it to mean that there's a pretty low percentage of fat in my midsection. Sometimes I will twist or turn and am surprised that I don't just BURST open. (Sorry for that mental image).
I tried to take pictures for you...do not judge the selfies. Or dirty mirrors.
Speaking of selfies, have you heard this ridiculous song? Now that I just ruined your youtube suggested videos based off your search history...
What else have we been up to?
Packing hospital bags. That's why I used my iPhone pics. The real camera is charged and packed away for baby day. (Not that I would've gone to the trouble of taking a real picture anyways.)
Catching up on sleep. This actually may be false. I have a new internal alarm that goes off between 4:30 and 5:30 each morning. I told Kyler I think God is trying to make me into a morning person. I'd be just fine with that. It's much easier to get out of bed early when you're awake instead of by an alarm. On the flip side though, I've been taking frequent naps. Sometimes I get up and shower and eat breakfast and send Kyler off on his way to work, only to take a two hour nap on the couch as soon as he walks out the door. On the days I work, I come home and shoot a quick text to Kyler that I'm taking a nap (aka don't call me when you leave) and doze off for an hour until he gets home.
Ending my work at the church. I'm overjoyed and extremely sad at the same time that Friday is my last day of work at the church. I so love working there, and I'm going to miss the heck out of the people and the structured work days. However, I'm so ready to be done. I'm tired and uncomfortable and am ready to spend my last few days at home alone relaxing. Not to mention that I have 5 shirts I can wear in public, so I'll be glad to get back to my wardrobe of leggings and Kyler's tshirts.
Snuggling with the cat and watching Downton Abbey. Spring better hurry up and get here because Prim's place in this house is about to be filled with a tiny human being. We bring her in when it's super cold, so the temps better warm up so she can be outside while we snuggle our babe.
She never seemed to mind that her place on my lap was slowly getting smaller and smaller as my belly got bigger and bigger. I think this is just the sweetest picture of her with her paw on my belly.
We're also still trying to get our basement fixed from our pipes freezing in January. That process has been really annoying and really drawn out. We didn't really mind the mess of everything since we rarely use the basement, but now that it's getting closer to having a baby in the house, I'm really anxious to get that wrapped up before I try to get a baby to sleep with construction going on downstairs.
Welp, it's been about 3 hours since I last ate and my belly's growling. I need to go find the