Holy Cow... what the heck is that!?
No pun intended.
Okay, who am I kidding, the holy "cow" thing was totally a pun. All I'm missing are pointy ears and I would be confused for one our four-legged fast food suppliers.
I think I just came up a good Halloween costume for me!
Although I feel justified in blaming some of that on my father. Since my parents have been staying with us as they wait for news on the short-sale home they are trying to buy, he has kept me well stocked with chocolate.
If we were being completely honest and took a close look at the baby-to-chocolate ratio, it wouldn't be pretty.
With four weeks to go before the arrival of this as-of-yet unnamed little man, I am surprised to note that no one has brought up my propensity to
Even if we do look the same from the back.
Granted, I recognize that putting bar stools on top of the counter, then standing on said bar stools while hoisting a shop vacuum in order to get rid of all the dust was perhaps not the most brilliant of methods. It worked wonderfully however and now I can breathe the air in my house with a deep sense of contentment.
*deep breath.... cough, hack*
Dang, diaper duty calls.
At any rate, due to having contractions all day Saturday, it hit me hard for the first time that... holy crikey! I'm going to have another baby at some point in the next four weeks!
Since I have yet to actually make it to a due date, I am going to operate under the assumption that we only have 2-3 weeks left.
Shoot. I better figure out where we're going to fit this little guy since Hubby is still working on the basement.
What do I need to do to get ready?
Pick a name. Definitely
Should I buy a bobby pillow? I've never owned one. Maybe I should get a bobby.
And a pedicure. I need a pedicure. If I'm going to bare all I plan on having cute toes when I do. Because that's important.
So: name, boppy, pedicure.
Looks like I have all the important stuff covered.
Want to read my 36 week pregnancy post from Claira? Click HERE!