Yesterday T and I went out and had burgers for lunch. It might have been our last date day out together before the baby is here. We also went to Kroger for potentially our last grocery run and we finally got to park in the expectant mother’s spot. I’ll miss people being so nice to me when I’m not pregnant anymore. There was a sweet woman in the store and she could tell I was tired. “When are you due?” she asked. “Monday,” I smiled back. She smiled and wished me luck. So sweet!
I’ve been sleeping a lot lately. It hurts to walk, sit, and lay down—sometimes even breathing hurts depending on where the baby is pushing. He’s still actively moving, which makes me happy to know he’s okay, but ouch! There’s not really any room for him to stretch out anymore.
I think the house is pretty much in order or as in order as I can stand to clean it with me not really being able to bend.
We have clothes up on ebay that are out in the dining room, so many baby clothes there’s no where to put them, and dog hair everywhere. Of course these things aren’t a big deal, but part of me would have loved to have them all sorted out before Ian’s arrival—and then there’s another part of me that’s just too tired to care. Welcome to Parenthood (I think)!
Baby Ian, hurry up and get here. We’re so excited!
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