Or so I hope! I’m okay with going late… really I am…** I’m just so darn sick of the heartburn, swelling, retaining water, peeing all the time nonsense! Thankfully I got some Crocs (which I never thought I would actually do) and my fat swollen feet actually fit in them comfortably – so at least now my feet will swell but the lack of sock lines around my ankles won’t be a reminder of it.
Slowly but surely I’ve been crossing things off of the baby to-do list. But I STILL haven’t packed a hospital bag… Nor have I managed to get the carseat put back together – but I am counting it as a major accomplishment that I washed the padding. It was such a pain to take apart though that I’m sort of wishing I hadn’t – I can only imagine how much fun it will be to put it back together! Oh – and I have NO idea where the infant body insert went… Is it completely necessary??? Really??? Because I have no idea…
In Blake news all I need to say is, “I do it”. That’s been the story of our lives lately. He’s also sporting a bit of a shiner after he had an unfortunate collision with our coffee table. It was an awful slow-motion type accident that I just couldn’t stop – but he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it one bit! I just hope it can fade before we try and get some Easter pictures… But I’m not holding my breath.
**I’d just like to point out that if I do end up going late it will be ENTIRELY Brian’s fault because he has GUARANTEED that the baby will be on time or early. Yeah, thanks for the jinx, buddy.