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.

I have to eat every 2 to 3 hours to keep my nauseousness away. I feel like I’m grazing like some deer, like I’m eating ALL THE TIME. Do you know how hard it is to think of something to eat every few hours?! Eating has become a chore.

I dreamt about the baby last night. She was so small and cute and squirmy lying on a doctor’s table. Her little feet were in the air and she was happy, smiling, and laughing. Do newborns smile?