Nursery...check. Diapers...check. Car seat...check. Two dozen newborn white onsies washed and in the dresser....check. (I'm not sure how I accumulated so many, but at least I won't have to worry about laundry.) I am just about ready (technically) for this bouncing baby boy. Good thing since my C-section is scheduled for three weeks from now.
I think that he has "dropped" because I can breathe again and it doesn't feel like my stomach is going to burst open at any moment. I have to run to the bathroom even more often, but I'll take that over the pain any day. I was even able to chase Lydia around the house for a few minutes today without feeling like I was going to die. She loved it.
I have eaten a half a box of Cocoa Puffs in less than 24 hours. I have almost completely stopped cooking. Standing that long kills my back. I have stopped looking in full length mirrors. I have a romantic anniversary date with Shane this weekend and I have nothing to wear. If I can't find Cinnamon Bears tomorrow I may just go a little crazy. (Been craving them for a week. Where do they sell them?!?!) Just three more weeks. I can do this.