I missed my Baby shower, I didn't get to shop for the bedroom furniture, no clothes were washed and put away where I wanted them to go ( In the beautiful dresser that I was supposed to buy). Instead I had a mini shower at the hospital thrown by my wonderful sister. I was wheeled down in a wheel chair in a pony tail and yoga pants and not my zebra print wrap dress and high heels that I had planned to wear. I didn't even spend the day at the spa like I had planned. I wasn't bitter...honestly I wasn't.
The bedroom furniture was never purchased. The money got put aside for big boy furniture to buy at a later date because after I got home from the hospital I realized I wanted M in my room with me. I also realized that all the things that I wanted to do became insignificant. I didn't care that the clothes were still in garbage bags ( my MIL washed them and sorted them into bags). I didn't care that there wasn't a nursery to bring baby home to ( my sister set up the bassinet right beside my bed for me). In my mind everything was perfect because we were home after our 3 week stint in the hospital. ALLELUIA!
THIS time is a little different. I feel as though if I get it ready NOW before I take 5 weeks off to enjoy the pregnancy and time with my family, if I do it before our world gets all topsy turvey, that nothing is going to happen. Its Murphy's Law that I'm trying to mess with. B laughed at me when I told him that this morning. Then he shook his head because he knows I tend to expect the worst. Screw you Murphy......I'm ready this time!!!!
The shower was yesterday.
My hair has been cut into an easy to do style.
The babies clothes are washing as I type.
The playpen is in the living room.
She doesn't know it yet but my sister is bring over the bassinet on Sunday.
Maybe even her rocking chair.........
There is a suitcase in my hallway that I will be packing on Wednesday after I air that stinkin' thing out.
The car seat cover is washed. Car seat will be install as soon as I vacuum out the car.
I'm ready. And I'm only 32 weeks tomorrow.
I'm scared. The 4th ultrasound is Wednesday and I just want that damn placenta to move up. I don't want to be away from M and B if it moves the wrong way again.
I'm excited. I scored big time yesterday with enough Gift certificates to buy this stroller.
I'm Happy. I think we may be closing in on a name that neither of us had contempated before. Ironically our two boys may have the same initials, just switched.
I'm Blessed. I couldn't have asked for a better family.