Trying to get last minute preparations done for that baby’s arrival. I’m not due for another 4 weeks and 5 days, but with the health concerns, midwife advice and the constant contractions, I’m starting to feel like I NEED to be prepared for an early arrival.
Mark and I have been working hard to get the nursery finished. Poor him is in charge of lifting, carrying, and putting together all the furniture. I’m trying to be responsible for getting the clothes sorted, buying last minute necessities and putting “style” into the space. So far, I’m really letting the team down. Not only am I not getting MY side done, but whenever Mark goes to try and get stuff done, I moan and make him sit and watch TV with me.
Today, though, has been a good day thus far. I have FINALLY gone through the boxes and bags full of baby stuff, plus all the “mummy essentials” I’ve bought in the last few months and organised them. I now have a big pile of baby clothes to wash and put away. I managed to pack both the baby’s bag and my hospital bag so that if the worst happens and I go early, we’ll at least have one less worrying thing to deal with. Granted, I still have certain essentials that haven’t been BOUGHT yet, but I’m hoping that the progress I’ve made will at least calm my frayed nerves.
In other news, my mommy is coming soon!! She’ll be flying out on the 1st of February (will get into Heathrow early on the 2nd), and I CAN’T FRICKIN WAIT!
And she’s staying for A MONTH! WOO! My hope is that we will have a few days after she gets here to just relax a bit and she can get over her jet lag. Hopefully we can get out and about so I can show her some of the sights there are to see. I’m pretty well exhausted these days, but I want to show her a good time while she’s here, so I’ll do what I can. Then, I’m hoping the baby makes his appearance around the 7th or 8th. That’d be only a week early, and it would maximise the time I have with mom for the rest of the month. She’d get a good three weeks with Baby Dex and she would be able to help us out in the early days when I’m sure Mark and I will be panicking like crazy!
Of course, this is all just wishful thinking. I just really want my mommy here with me to see me through this most pivotal time in my life. A girl needs her mother sometimes, and right now I am far too frightened to do it all alone. Obviously if I have to, I will, but it’ll be a million times better if I have my family supporting me. It’s just too bad we don’t live closer to BOTH our families.
Anyway, now I’m rambling. I do that a lot these days. I can’t seem to string a coherent sentence together most of the time, and I find myself drifting off in the middle of conversations because I just can’t remember what I was saying.
And they say pregnancy brain doesn’t exist. Pshaw!