Monday, April 20th

Two weeks from tomorrow is the big date! A week or so would be GREATLY appreciated, but if this kid is half as stubborn as his daddy and I are, he's not coming anytime soon. Wish me luck and sprinkle some baby-havin' dust over my way. Please.

In other news: I've decided to take Luke's newborn pictures myself. His newborn photos are probably the most important photos I'm ever going to have and I'm slightly nervous about DIY-ing it, but I really can't justify spending $400+ on a professional photographer (which is the average price of ALL the photogs in our area) and I feel like I have enough skill behind the lens to take some decent pictures. On the plus side, I'll have as much time as I need to set up shop & pose the little bug, so if it takes me a few days to get some good shots it's totally fine. Plus, how else am I going to want to spend the first week of his life besides taking naked baby pictures? Let's be real. I also already happen to have his birth announcements picked out, because I'm definitely going old school and sending out announcements. 

Well, this was short and boring. I'm off to bounce on my yoga ball and slather my hair in coconut oil while hoping and praying to sweet baby Jesus this whole having-a-baby thing will get started like, yesterday. Thanks for being a part of my completely uneventful and unglamorous life :)

Zzz

It's a sleepy Saturday afternoon here in the Roper household. Literally. Hubby is sound asleep on the couch and Mollypop is curled up against my leg on our other couch while I tap away at my keyboard. 17 days until D-Day, and time feels like it's going in slow-motion. I just re-did the poll we created for people to guess all of little guy's birth stats on a super fun website called "What's in my Belly?"and I can't wait for people to use it! I love seeing people's guesses, they're so fun to me!
Today was really slow. We went to Big 5 to exchange my new workout shorts because in a moment of total hope and forgetfulness, I got a size small, expecting my pregnant ass to fit in them. Well when I tried them on, I looked like a 10 pound sausage in a 5 pound package. I returned them for the much better-fitting mediums today, and I actually can't wait to use them. We also took Molly to the baseball field near our house to play fetch for an hour this morning and she loved every minute of it. The rest of today's activities included Mr. Man getting a haircut, and making a tattoo appointment for his next piece of art. We were supposed to go swimming, but food distracted us and we ran out of time (big surprise) so we decided we're going to take the clumsy, uncoordinated, 9-months pregnant lady bowling tonight. Will update on injuries. (Both mine and to the unsuspecting victims at the bowling alley.)

MIA

After several months of neglecting this thing, I've decided it's time to come back. It'll at least give me something to do while I impatiently wait for the arrival of the Nugget! We are officially into the teens any only have 19 days left until D-Day! I'm hoping that he'll decide to show up early because even though 19 days sounds like it would fly by, for a 9-months pregnant hormonal psychopath with an ever-growing human being inside her, it sounds like 47 months. I have organized and scrubbed my house from top to bottom at least 3 times in the last week, and we've had the hospital bags packed and ready to go for 2 weeks. When I finish the last few loads of laundry today, I am officially done cleaning and preparing for our new little roommate. Then what am I supposed to do with my time? Go out into the world and... socialize? Terrifying. I'll stay in my hermit shell and clean more, because this whole nesting thing is taking over my body and I feel like I should probably start going to meetings. "Hello, I'm Jessica and I am a bleach-aholic."
On another note, I've been having Braxton-Hicks contractions continuously since yesterday and some of them are super crampy and slightly more intense than usual, and some of them are the normal painless ones. I've been exhausted for 3 days straight, and I just feel off. Hopefully this means something is brewing downtown and my body is getting ready to pop this little guy out! I'm also 2 cm dilated, and 50% effaced. I have an appointment on Wednesday and I'm keeping a good thought that my doctor will say the glorious words "You'll definitely have him within the week!" I'll keep all my millions of faithful blog-readers updated. (That's you, Mom.)
Wish me luck and keep your fingers crossed that Little Bear shows up sometime soon!