Quick Before I Get Sidetrack'd

Yesterday Boo and I had our 36 week doctor appointment.  
That means that if he holds out for the due date we have just over three weeks before we welcome this little man into the world.  If he is on a schedule like Little it will be about two weeks.  I’m torn between being anxious to meet him and wanting him to wait a little longer because, you know, we aren’t really prepared to bring him home (read: his room isn’t finished, clothes aren’t washed, we have no diapers). But, alas, as my friends keep reminding me, he really won’t care if everything is finished.

Anyway, we are now to the point where it is okay for him to come whenever he decides it is time.  We’re making some progress in that direction and he is confirmed to be head down.  Guess now it is just a matter of waiting patiently for our precious new son.

I don’t know exactly when it happened.  It could have been a Thursday or maybe even a Monday.  It was probably a gradual parting; one of those things that happens so slowly you don’t even realize it is happening.   All I know is that one day I looked down and my belly button was gone.  It didn’t leave a note.  It didn’t say goodbye.  I hope it comes back one day.    

I’ve started working through a birth plan for Baby Boo and trying to get it all formulated and on paper.  As a result of giving birth at a different hospital this time than last time (and using a different OB and OB group), I had a few questions for my doctor about her position on things and a few questions about the hospital’s policies.


Knowing that I had my 34 week appointment on Monday morning, I spent some time Sunday afternoon writing out my questions to be sure I didn’t forget something.  On Sunday evening, we attended a meeting at church where I lent my notebook to a friend.  I left the notebook with said friend.


So, Sunday night I wrote out my questions again (hoping that I got everything I had the first time around).  I got to the doctor’s office on Monday morning only to realize that I’d left that list of questions at home!


I would love to blame this on pregnancy brain, but it probably would have happened even if I wasn’t pregnant.
 

I’m beginning to wonder if nesting is a blessing or a curse. It is nice to get things accomplished around here, but when I’m working on limited time and energy it seems weird that I’m concerned with things like getting the tops of the door frames cleaned.

The other day I was thinking about this time of pregnancy with Little. At first I thought, “I don’t remember nesting like this. I wonder why this time is different?” And then I really thought about it and realized that we closed on our house about eleven weeks before she was born and moved into it about six weeks before she was born. The time in between was spent packing, painting, cleaning the apartment, and getting the house ready for move in. Those final weeks were spent painting, unpacking, settling in, and getting Little’s things ready for her arrival. No wonder I don’t remember nesting!

Anyway, I am trying to get things marked off my to-do list as I have the energy. And I’m trying not to worry about the things that won’t get done. These last weeks are better spent preparing for birth, preparing for Jack’s arrival, and spending those last “only child” times with my little bit of girl (btw – this phrase is the source of her nickname; I called her that a lot when she was a tiny girl). We’ll see how the “not worrying about things that won’t get done” part goes.

And finally…It’s been awhile since I posted a Boo-belly picture. Here is one I took on Monday before my doctor appointment; we’re 32 weeks along.

A copy of The Birth Book on the bedside table waiting to be read. A ring sling awaiting a baby to carry. Plans to buy one of these on my SIL’s recommendation. Registries created. Doctor’s appointments every two weeks, then once a week. A room in the final stages of painting. Blue clothes and burpies on the way.

Eight weeks to go!