Soon enough

Man! I can't help but be a little jealous that Aaron's cousin had her baby on Wednesday night. Next will be Natalie, then me.

I have so much left to do to get this house ready, and I'm so super busy with Crossroads and baby showers and church and friends... so the time is going by fast.

He'll be here before I know it and everything will be so different. I feel like there is no way I can truly prepare so I almost just want to get it over with, rip off the band-aid, so to speak.

But I am really scared of the labor pain, so that part can just stay far away for another 10 weeks. Ha!

We almost went to bed at 8:30 tonight (yes, it's Friday), but we were rebels and went out for Coldstone and we'll probably be up until the wee hour of 10pm. Hahaha.

Good night.

Preparations

Preparations are in full swing for the newest Caloca.

A couple weeks ago, my dad and Aaron installed a ceiling fan and switch and new outlet in his room.

Today, they installed a dimmer switch for the light and a separate switch for the fan. They also eliminated my useless hall light switch that was in the middle of the hallway and wired it to the switch outside our bedroom door. They fixed our 2-way porch light switch so that both actually worked properly. They took the cable that had been run through our bedroom and Isaac's room along the baseboards and dropped it in through the attic! So no more ugly cable lining the baseboards and snaking inexplicably through rooms.

Meanwhile, while I was at work this morning, my mom cleaned our guest bedroom (no small feat!). When I got home, we finished that. She helped me go through a bunch of baby clothes that we've already received, and she took my corner shelf home to stain it so we can use it in the nursery.

AND we moved the now empty dresser from our bedroom into the guest bedroom.

It's now 8pm. I already went to the grocery store and I have a load of laundry in the washer. It feels so good to have gotten so many necessary (to my sanity) tasks done today. :)

You might be...

You might be a certifiably crazy pregnant lady if you HAVE to have a Bakers taco so badly you leave the house at 11pm to get one. Even when it means you are going out in your pajamas. And you know you will experience a very tangible form of regret called, "heartburn." And the offramp is closed and you have to take a detour. And you're already exhausted, but torn between hunger and the need for sleep.

You know you're really a wacko when you opt for just one taco because when you get there you realize you also want a cheeseburger.

Hey, at least I didn't throw in a milkshake. Wait... now I might have to go back.

Kidding.

G'night, folks!

Surreal

You would think that after being pregnant for 6 months it would be a little more real.

But it's still not.

After two years of trying and years before that of wondering if we would be able to conceive, it's still surreal.

There is one thing that makes it seem real. And that is the tiny little foot that pushes back when I push it. Or the gymnastics that he does at night to get comfortable when we go to bed. I always wondered what this part would feel like and it has yet to disappoint. There are times when it's a little uncomfortable, like when my ribs are getting squished or I'm getting kicked in the bladder... but for the most part it just feels like the most special thing in the world that only I get to have with this little guy.

He's in there, 24 hours a day, hearing my voice (which sometimes scares me when it's not so pleasant... ha), and hearing my heartbeat. My son is in there, developing little folds in his brain, maybe sucking his thumb, probably even looking around at this point.

At first I was kind of worried because I didn't feel like I "loved" him, like I had this special bond of a pregnant lady with her baby. I mean, I always knew I WOULD love him, I just didn't know when that would kick in.

But now that's all different. He's my little friend for now, always with me, sometimes moving around and making me laugh as my whole belly visibly shifts. Or pushing me back when I push him. He is so much more real to me now. He's my little passenger, and while I can't wait to meet him and hold him and even to change his poopsplosive diapers, I also think I will miss having him literally with me 24-7. I will miss our little games, his reactions to different sounds and positions, and imagining that when he kicks a lot it means he's just super happy.

This whole pregnancy roller coaster is crazy and exciting and scary.

Today, it's 3 months until my due date. According to my widgets on my Google homepage, it's 89 days. Which for some reason seems significant. Less than 90 days (potentially) until I'm a "real" mom.

In other news, I'm getting close to being done with my 3rd jar of boysenberry jam. Ha! And I have eaten 2 artichokes this week and hope to get my hands on another.