I'm really going to miss

Using my belly as a table
Watching the dance party in my ute
Having an excuse to pig out
Laying with my hand on my belly, feeling Poppy move and grow
Footrubs and backrubs from Daddy


But I truly cannot bare the thought of having to wait one more minute to...


See your little face
Kiss your little fingers and toes
Hear Daddy say "It's a Boy!" or "It's a Girl!"
Choose the perfect name for you
Lay you on my chest and feel your heart beat
Hear your voice (even if it IS in the form of a scream!)
Look deep into your eyes and tell you how much I love you
Nurse you
Wrap you in a blanket like a little baby burrito
Pinch your thunder thighs 
Sing you our lullaby
Watch you sleep
See Daddy hold you
Be your mommy


I love you, Poppy. Come on out and play!


Reasons why Poppy wants to stay in:
(S)he knows (s)he won't get to enjoy all of the delicious junk food I've been eating for the last few weeks to drown my anxiety
It's always warm
It's pretty dark and quiet and makes for an excellent sleeping environment
Mommy is keeping him/her safe, sound, and protected
Floating is fun!
He/She has mild agoraphobia like Nonna
He/She wants to be like daddy...a full week late! Gah!
He/She takes after his/her father and likes to tease and pester Mommy
He/She just loves Mommy so damn much, (s)he doesn't want to leave. So there! 

Still Growing Poppy

Poppy's due date is in four days! FOUR. DAYS. Yippee!!! 
That being said, I had my 39 week OB appt. on wednesday, and doc said I have made...wait for it...NO progress! Ha. None. Closed up tight and hard. Awesome. Not. This whole waiting game the last few weeks is bad enough. The last thing you want to hear is that your body is not making even the slightest adjustments to indicate that it will be allowing your baby to gracefully enter the world in a timely manner. I'd even take a freaking fingertip dilated! Something. But, it is what it is. My sweet baby will come when he or she is ready. Or on January 30th. That is the day we are scheduled for an induction if my cervix still feels like that of a virgin. Stupid idiot cervix. I want to yell at it like that old Mervyn's commercial, "open, open, open".
Anyway, enough about the state of my cervix (no disrespect cervix, I still love you and have faith in you). Let's talk about....oh wait, there is NOTHING else to talk or think about besides when the baby is going to come. Damn. 

Decisions Decisions

I am coming to realize that parenthood is all about making decisions. There are SO MANY to make, and so many options to consider. From who my OB is, to who Poppy's pediatrician will be, to how I go about giving birth, to where the baby will sleep when we bring him/her home. Not only are they a million decisions to make, there a zillion books, articles, websites, blogs, and people with opinions, research, data, and experiences to back up every option. Oy! At this point, I feel like I am well informed and it's time to trust my mommy instincts. I already know I love my baby, and he/she will be our first priority. Hopefully the rest will fall into place! 


So today I am 37 weeks and 3 days pregnant. And the waiting game has begun. I am not allowed to call anyone without leaving a message. Every cramp and contraction could be the start of the real deal! It is exciting and equally frustrating! I want my baby! In my arms! Now! Tomorrow is a full moon, and it is a proven fact that more women go into labor during a full moon than any other time in a given month. Will I be one of them?! Knowing that Poppy could pop any time now is making me a crazy lunatic at home. The floors need to be mopped, the bathrooms cleaned, everything dusted for the third time. I want everything in place, and making sure that it is is truly exhausting. I go on little cleaning rampages, and have to stop when my hands are swollen like sausages and my braxton hicks contractions make me practically immobile. 


At the same time, I am sleepy as hell. Restless, anxious, tired, excited, nervous...it all ends in exhaustion. 


Come soon Poppy. Please, come soon! 

I love Poppy's Daddy

I love my husband. We've had a wonderful holiday break together. It has really sunk in that these are our last few weeks (could even be days!) as 'just the two of us'. Looking back it seems crazy that we have only had 3 months as husband and wife before Poppy came into our lives. Luckily, we've known one another since elementary school, so we don't really have any lost time ;)

We've spent the last few days prepping for Poppy, and it has been quite enjoyable and given us confidence in the fact that we are able to be a team, strong and united, for Poppy. We're both working hard to make sure the house in tip-top shape for baby's arrive, and Andy's support of my nesting is a huge relief. Thanks honey, I love you! He's going to be a wonderful, loving, affectionate daddy. 

Wanna see some of what we did?! Too bad, I'm going to show you anyway :)

Yesterday we deep cleaned the living and dining rooms, and decluttered. It felt SOOOOOOO GOOD to get rid of all the extra crap in every nook and cranny. Here's the living room, ready for baby!

Pack n Play in one corner, swing in the other! I was going to put the pack in play in our room, but now I am considering the Fisher Price Rock n Play, since every new mommy I know raves about it. 

We also put the Snap n Go together and practiced putting the car seat in it, folding it up, etc. I pushed it around the house for a good 5 minutes, it was so much fun! I got a kick out watching Andy practice too....it looked so miniature next to him! 

I also gave the fridge a good scrub down and got rid of all the old expired condiments, etc. That felt really, really good. Rotten mayo, begone! Then I cleaned out the music studio/office, replacing the leaning tower of books with the cube bookshelf that was previously in our room, and moved the dresser that was in the loft into out room. So I think all furniture that needed to be moved is finally in it's designated spot! Woohoo. I also caught up on my laundry, and washed those last few baby items. Phew. I feel like if Pops came tomorrow, we'd be prepared. Well, as prepared as possible. So there, birds! I'll see your nest and raise you a whole damn house!