Come baby come

I was planning on talking about making brownies with T on Sunday, but realized that hubby has the camera in his car. Actually is seems he has most everything in his car lately that I could use to relax. All because I packed my hospital bag while my mother was up last week, and Heath has decided to keep it in the car for safe keeping, and so that in our rush out of the house he/we won't forget it.

I realized I technically still have 3 weeks until the official d-day, but at last weeks doctors appointment I was 2cm dilated and 60% effaced. It didn't dawn on me until I left the doctor that I was already over halfway thinned, and she was just debating the need for another ultra-sound. So if I haven't had the baby by 2:30 tomorrow I will get to see he/she one more time on the screen. Honestly I would much rather be holding the baby than looking at it on a screen. All these ultra sounds make up for the fact that we were horrible at taking belly pictures with this one. I believe if I make it to Wednesday's appointment that it will be ultra sound #6 or #7. Honestly I find that to be too many ultra sounds.

On my side of all of this, is that I'm completely ready to have the baby. I'd be happy if he/she arrived today. My hips are starting to really hurt as baby dropped into the pelvis almost 3 weeks ago. My braxton hicks contractions have become more intense, still not painful and unfortunately no pattern. The baby has continued its active status even though there is little room for him/her to move in there, sometimes it feels as if a somersault has occurred in my womb. I have been nesting like crazy, which did not happen with little T so that is a whole new feeling for me, I just wished Hubby got the nesting urge too.

On the nesting side I have to be very thankful that God blessed me with the mother that he did. Last week hubby was traveling for work so my mother felt it best (I couldn't have agreed more) that she stay the week with T and I so that if I did go into labor someone was here for/with me. Not only that but she made our upstairs actually look like a house! We no longer have boxes upstairs except for ones that clothes are being stored in, all dishes were washed (this was a lot because we washed everything that came out of a box), and both upstairs bathrooms were cleaned top to bottom. If it wasn't for mom, I'd still be wondering around aimlessly upstairs deciding what to do because I was/am a big picture person, and mom had to show me its more manageable if I set small goals. Now my goal is to keep the upstairs looking that way while I begin work on the downstairs. In all that my mother has done for me in my 25 years has made me wish that I can be at least 1/2 the mother she is.