I am now officially 37 weeks pregnant and definitely feeling it. You know those pictures they show of the itty bitty baby all curled up in the fetal position? That's a load of crap, I say! This baby is friggin' kick boxing in side me. I'm pretty sure she spends most of her time head down spread eagle inside me. As I'm typing this, I can see my belly moving. It's sort of creepy, but it's also my favorite part of being pregnant.
Last week, I had a complete break down and was insistent that there was no way I could way four more weeks to have this baby. Then I made a list of things I want to accomplish before the Hillsboro Arts & Crafts Fair on the 19th and said, "Whoa, Baby! You better just stay put for a few more weeks!"
Anyway, I'm feeling pretty good this week. I had my last baby shower last night and got lots of cute teeny tiny pink things, and I had a pedicure over my lunch hour yesterday. The house is reasonably tidy and the baby's bed is all made. However, I still haven't packed a bag for the hospital. I'm a teensy bit silly like that. I figure if I pack a bag ahead of time, I'll probably have to be induced. If I don't pack a bag, maybe I'll go into labor and be rushing around at the last minute to do it! Yep, I make my husband crazy!