Not to be too graphic, but that should give you a little idea as to how I'm feeling the past couple of days. I don't see HOW this can go on much longer...sometimes I feel like this baby is just going to fall out. (If only, right?) All my preg buddies are home with their bundles of joy (or will be very, very soon), and here I sit...waiting to join the new club! (Even Nicole Kidman is done!) The hormones are awful. The littlest things send me into either Superbeeatch mode, or, even more fun, the Ugly Cry. The soreness and pressure are so much more intense than I had imagined. But, with only 3 weeks to go, I am getting more and more excited. (It just doesn't show ALL the time). I am finally getting the idea that I have got to get in bed earlier. The other morning I was so exhausted when Charlie got up, that I rigged up my laptop so that he could see a movie from my bed. The Mother of the Year folks will be calling anytime now...
Things are slowly coming together. Marlena, my "some assembly required" expert, put together the pack and play we ordered, and is on call to do the rest of the stuff. (I hate to assemble anything with little parts.)
Who am I kidding?
We have a ton of stuff left to do before Mallory comes.
Including, but not limited to: getting bottles ready, finishing her room, washing all the clothes and bedding, curling into a ball on the couch and crying, ordering photos to frame, complaining incessantly, packing our bag for the hospital, and getting the carpet cleaned. I don't know WHY I feel like Mallory will notice the carpet. Or the new lamp I need to make the living room brighter. I just NEED to not have anything nagging my brain when we all come home to settle in. I'm almost caught up with work stuff, and then I am not going to think about it anymore for about 3 months.
And my poor Charlie! He sees all this baby stuff and he knows it's for Mal, so I ordered him a fabulous gift from his baby sister. He will get it when we come home, and I hope it helps. He also asked me to feed him like a baby from his sippy cup the other night. Uh-Oh.
He's being as cute as ever, too. Here are some funny conversations we have had lately:
Me: grabbing my belly and shrieking "OW OW OWWW"
CF: (to belly) Mallory! Don't hurt mommy! She's big!
At the movie theater for his first time, seeing Kung Fu Panda:
(During one scene, Po the Panda takes a hit in his "tender bits")
Charlie: (in the crowded theater, to anyone who would listen)- Balls! Mama, dat panda hit in da baaaaalls! Daddy, balls Oooooowwwieee! Hahahaha, balls! Nana, he hit em in da balls!....and so on, until I finally shushed him. People laughed.
Charlie: (in his bed, as I am leaving the room) - Mommy, c'mere!
Me: (going back to his bed) - Yeah?
Charlie: (whining) - Don't leeeeave me...I need you weally, weally, weally muuuuch!
Me: (melting) Awww, I need you too, baby!
So yeah...I don't have much to complain about, after all. :)