yes, it's huge!

at 39 and 1/2 weeks

it may not be cake...

but these will hold me over for a couple days at least.

stay tuned for a big ol' belly picture. not from the cookies...from the baby. okay, okay, maybe the cookies will contribute a little bit.

My relationship with week 39:

Oh, week 39…why do you hate me so?? I normally don’t allow myself to be so negative…especially in blog land for all other people to see, but please allow me this time to whine just a bit.

I’m pretty sure whining is one thing that 39-week-pregnant ladies do best. Some of you may have been patient, glowing pillars of motherhood during the last week of your pregnancies and kept the whining and moaning to a minimum. If that was you, please tell me your secret because I'd like to get in on whatever sort of action it is. I know I should focus on the positives: I've had a pretty easy and healthy pregnancy, the baby's healthy, kicking and head down, I'm not on bed rest, I haven’t gotten any stretch marks, and I have a wonderful, supportive husband who is putting up with all my groaning as of late. And, on top of all of that, I’m still able to wear my wedding ring. No swollen hands here, folks. But apparently, I’m not that good of a person. And thinking about all the positives is great and all, until my thought process is interrupted by an uncomfortable tightening of my uterus. Wait, is that a contraction?? Should I start timing them now? Could it possibly be? And then an hour passes and NOTHING!

So, again, please allow me to whine just a bit and then I promise I’ll go back to being positive…

Even my maternity clothes aren’t fitting me properly anymore. My belly is massive and even though I swore I wouldn’t be one of those pregnant woman who wears sweats all the time, I could care less about being fashionable at the moment. Bring on the sweat pants!

I need to pee. I always need to pee. It doesn't matter how recently I last peed, I still need to pee! Oh and I’m pretty sure I’m walking like a penguin. We’re talking full on waddle here, people.

I'm nesting so much I'm making myself (and my dear hubby, I’m sure) miserable. I want to clean everything and have the house spotless for when the baby arrives, but everything is already done…and spotless. And yet, I keep going.

I am tired and uncomfortable and I’m craving sugar. And cake. Yes, I know that’s sugar. I could seriously eat a whole cake right now. And a bag of twizzlers. And possibly a gallon of chocolate milk.

I'd love to sleep for more than two hours at a time - and please, please don't tell me to sleep now while I can, because I would be sleeping if I could be but the baby keeps on kicking my bladder and constant pee breaks are not that much more conducive to sleep than a crying baby.

Oh great, now I need to pee again.

When did I get so angry? I used to be a nice, cheerful, mostly happy person. Please don't be scared of me…just pray that baby comes soon! :)

P.S. I am truly excited to meet our little guy. And I don't think I'm as miserable as I just made myself sound (okay, maybe I am a little). But I really am thankful that we're this close and that things have been going smooth thus far. Any day now we'll be holding and kissing our sweet baby boy and enjoying a whole new kind of love that I'm sure is only understood by parents themselves. AAAHHH...we're about to be PARENTS! How sweet is that?! :)

antsy, eager and gung ho

We're gonna have a baby!! Only 2 weeks left. SWEET!

Everything is ready to go . . .

baby clothes are all washed and put away, car seat is installed, hopsital bags are packed

. . . my arms await him!

Speaking of washing baby clothes, that is some NOISY laundry.

All the little buttons and snaps do some serious banging around in the dryer. I never realized.

Here's the baby belly. I've been taking a belly pic every 2 weeks, which means only one more picture to go. WOO HOO!

Can't wait to meet you, little man!

tickled by my ticker...wait, what???

Um, excuse me, but can everyone please take a look at the cute little ticker over to the right. . . yeah, over there ---->

holy-almost-there!!!

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I am now full term and this little boy will be here SO soon.

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Counting down the days 'til I can kiss his sweet little face.

thirty six...

permission granted. . . sort of

The baby's room is (mostly) ready...he now has permission to arrive.

Although, my mom would probably say otherwise. She's wanting him to wait until April 5 so she can make sure to be here. And really, I'd like that too.

So scratch the permission granted bit, and let's just say if he does decide to come early, we're ready for him.

Here are a couple of not-so-great pictures of the room. But you get the idea...

the below pic shows how we are using our one extra room as a nursery/office ... and as tim gunn would say, "make it work"

both the changing table and the rocking chair were purchased used and not the color we wanted, but with a little bit of sanding, primer and black paint - we're good to go.

So there you have it. A little peak at Wyatt's new "crib"