If this baby decides to come 10 days early like Hope, then that means I could quite possibly sorta kinda might be having a baby in 3 1/2 weeks.
HOLY SMOKES! I'M NOT FREAKING OUT OR ANYTHING!
Really now, I'm cool as a cucumber. I'm resting in the fact that God has already ordained the day and time of our sweet babe's arrival (...please be Thanksgiving, please be Thanksgiving!). I even have peace about my labor and birth. I've not had this kind of peace the entire pregnancy. I know it's a God given peace and for that I am truly grateful.
What I am NOT resting in or peaceful about is the fact that my HOUSE IS A WRECK! You know me and the whole organizational issue thing? Well, let's just say I haven't quite put those demons to rest yet. I am, in fact, and organizational loser.
And we might be having new floors put in within the next two weeks, to boot. Oh yes, our timing is impeccable, is it not? I've never had new floors and while the whole floor experience is proving to be quite titillating, I really have no idea how this process is done. I mean, what does one do with the
Inquiring minds would like to know.
At any rate, there's a baby coming soon and I seriously doubt he or she will wait for me to get things done around here OR for floors to be put in. We (as in, me and the baby) do, however, discuss these things regularly and it goes something like this:
Me: Dear, sweet child of mine?
Baby: Yes Mother Dearest (not to be confused with Mommy Dearest, thankyouverymuch)
Me: You know Momma loves you very much, don't you?
Baby: Why yes, Momma. And thank you for the chocolate last night.
Me: Your welcome, my sweet love.
Baby: And the Coke for lunch yesterday.
Me: Your welcome darling.
Baby: And the donuts on Saturday.
Me: Ok sweetie, enough.
Baby: And I especially loved the homemade Cinnamon Rolls...
Me: Hey! Zip it, kid!! Hehehehe....Kids say the darndest things in utero! Ahem...anyway...Baby?
Baby: Yes, Momma?
Me: You know I have lots to do before you come, right?
Baby: You do?
Me: Yes, darling. I need to get mine and Daddy's room ready for you, wash the bedding, find you some clothing since I'm not sure if you're a boy or a girl yet and prepare and freeze some meals. You have lots of siblings and they will need to be fed after you are born.
Baby: Oh, really? That's all the noise then, huh?
Me: Yes, baby. And we also need to put in new floors and paint the walls so you have a nice, bright, fresh home when you arrive.
Baby: Wow, that's nice, Momma.
Me: Yes. So, can you now see why Momma needs you to be patient and wait to come until these things are done or until Thanksgiving? Whichever comes first.
Baby: Yes, Momma.
Me: So, will you wait for me, dear baby?
Baby: Well Momma, that depends.....will you eat more chocolate?
I'm being bribed by an infant in utero!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, the sacrifices we make for our children!
So, if I'm out of the loop a little, y'all will know what I am doing, right?
-Sacrificially eating chocolate for the baby
I have lots to post, just not enough time (or energy, frankly) to post daily and get all of the things done that need to be done before the arrival of a certain Corn Nut.
So bare with me, I'll still be around. Just maybe not quite as often. After all, I still need to put up the Boy or Girl Poll, have my Name That Baby Contest and don't forget, we are going to try and live blog the actual birth. Well, Monk is. I'll be, you know, laboring.
And except for him catching the whole baby part. He'll have his hands full at that point and might not be able to operate the mouse pad effectively.
Oh yes, we are exciting people around here!
p.s. If you haven't done so already, GO VOTE!! Go on now! Perform your civic duty. Do you hear me?