
See the oh so pretty crib. It’s broken. And oh the changing table from the same company…it’s broken too. It’s such a pretty crib too. The front rail is cracked through. I called the company and they said the part is backordered for 6-8 weeks. Ummm…that’s not going to work. The baby will be here by then! But they did have the part for the broken changing table. It’s so disappointing. So we returned it and went to Toys R’ Us and picked up a different crib. It’s not my first choice but Alan likes it.
And this is the state of the room now. There is stuff everywhere. Oh and no I don’t have the walls painted yet. That’s what I have in mind. They are the little animals from her comforter. Aaawww how did the time fly by so fast? She’s going to be here so soon!

Do you know how close I am to popping this little girl out of me?! So so very close. At the baby shower on Saturday one of Alan’s aunts said that first babies usually come 2 weeks early or 2 weeks late. That means THIS WEEK!! OH. MY. GAWD!

Olinda thinks the little miss won’t be joining us until the 6th. That’s perfect for me. We have so much to do. All her little clothes need to be washed and believe it or not I don’t even have a bag packed yet. I am doing it right now though. The whole ummmm due date in freaking 2 weeks has lit a fire under me.
Today we went to our regular doctor’s appointment (well actually yesterday since it’s after midnight) and I’ve lost 3 pounds in the past 2 weeks. I think it’s all the stress of the past couple of weeks. And you know what?! I think the baby has dropped. She seems to be lower then she used to be. Oh my gawd! oh my gawd! OH. MY. GAWD!!
Thoughts lately:
On the weekend Alan’s sister threw us a baby shower. It was so sweet of her. She decorated the house and had a cake, a diaper cake. It was so pretty. I forgot to bring our camera so these are the only pictures I have.

She had party favors for everyone.

Everything was so pretty. We were there for hours and hours and hours. We had a lot of fun.
I haven’t been in the mood to do anything. I’m feeling blah. Maybe it’s thinking about Lola Ding, sitting around waiting for her to…
I wasn’t even going to post anything today but then all of a sudden I felt like drawing a little doodle, a doodle about my belly.

Sometimes I forget how big my belly is. I’m surprised when I reach over to grab something and oh look, belly is in the way.
Last week we were at the grocery store and Alan tried to push the cart past me for the bag boy to put the groceries in and umm the cart wouldn’t fit past the belly. I had to move all the way out of the check out area.
And then the other day Alan was painting the baby’s room. He climbed up onto the ladder and it was in the way of the door. I used to be able to fit thru the space that was left but not anymore, big belly. He had to climb down from the ladder and move it to make way for THE BELLY.
It’s weird. Big belly.
Lola Ding has been the same. I hope they find a hospice for her so they can make her last days comfortable.
Alan has gone back to work so we haven’t gone back to the hospital for a visit since Sunday. We have been calling his mom daily to see if her condition has changed. When we last went for a visit we only stayed about 3 hours, much shorter then usual. It’s just too stressful and wears me out. Now that I’m home I have more energy hence today’s post.
Tonight was stressful too and totally unanticipated. Tonight I was screaming my head off and scaring the dogs. Waldo was creeping around all freaked out because of my screaming. Why the screaming? Because I saw a mouse on the kitchen counter.
A couple of nights ago Alan was wondering why Nestle had her head poked out the doggy door looking into the garage. And last night a car alarm went off so I peaked my head through the doggy door to listen for sounds of our car being broken into and I heard nibbling. We couldn’t figure out what the nibbling noise was since we don’t have food in the garage. It wasn’t until today that I figured out it was a mouse that Nestle has been interested in.
Alan told me to go kill it. What in the world was he thinking when he told me that? Kill a mouse? Smash it’s little tiny body and hope it died instantly?! That’s so gross. I was so freaked out, the baby was kicking like crazy. In between frantic screaming I tried to trap it in a big metal popcorn tin. I gave up when it jumped off the counter towards me.
And then when I called Helen to tell her about the mouse, I found out that my mom went to the emergency room tonight. She’s at home now and has to see a specialist. We don’t know what’s wrong. It’s been a really rough couple of weeks. At least I relaxed a little by drawing.