Posted on | February 12, 2013 | 3 Comments
What can I say? I could say “OMG! 30 weeks already, how the fuck did that happen?” or I could say “I’m so ready for this to be OVER” or “We’re so not ready for this kid to come, we have so much to do”. I could say all those things…hell I have said all those things in the last week…so I won’t say them again here.
I took that horrible three hour glucose test last week and passed, apparently with no issue which makes me wonder how badly I failed the one hour test in the first place. Surprisingly my energy is still pretty decent and aside that wishbone being split feeling I’m feeling pretty good.
We are actually getting our act together and starting to put together a room for the baby. We have the crib assembled and moved the changing table out of Sophia’s room. We’re waiting on a dresser to be delivered to the house and once that is assembled we’ll basically have a room ready for him. It just needs little accents to finish it off. We don’t need so much in the way of baby gear because we saved everything we used for Sophia and it’s in pristine condition. We did sell our my single jogging stroller and used the money we got for it, plus a gift card that we got from my baby shower for Sophia (you know two years ago) and got a double jogging stroller that was on sale. I’m not going to lie…I’m pretty stoked about the stroller. I’m dreaming of all the walks in the park I’m going to be able to do this spring and summer.
The one thing I’m having a difficult time with is boy clothing. Having a first born girl really ruined baby clothes for me I think. All of the girl clothes are cute and versatile and boy clothes just aren’t. I feel like they’re all the same: pants and shirts, pants and shirts. And the blue…oh my God, it’s all just different shades of blue: standard blue, navy blue, baby blue, teal…it’s worse than pink in the girl’s section.
Work is finally getting around to making plans for my job responsibilities to be covered while I’m out on maternity leave. It’s basically a mad dash to hire someone and have me train them in the next five and a half weeks before I peace out for sixteen weeks. I’m not even going to stress about it because once I’m on leave I’m on leave and they’ll have to figure it out themselves.
And now what you’ve all really came here to see, a bump picture.
(This is from last week but I was too lazy to take one this week.)