I'm thinkin' this weekend would be a really good weekend for baby to show up.
Juan has 4 days off (YES!) and it would just be so convenient to have her arrive during his mini-vacation period.
However, I am not ignorant of the fact that babies are instinctively pro's at doing what's most inconvenient. So, a part of me expects she won't make her grand entrance this week.
Earlier today I played the part of a 38 1/2 week pregnant superwoman and walked my way over to the grocery store to buy a few things I need to take with me to the hospital, plus some veggies and fruit, and bread. (I love bread, folks. I will one day learn how to bake fresh bread and happily stuff myself with it all. the. time, unless my post-pregnancy metabolism can't handle it. Then I'll just have to be miserable and only eat it once in a while.)
So, I'm in the beauty supply aisle (it's probably not called that, but who cares... y'all know what I mean) and I realized that it takes me a ridiculous amount of time to make a SUPER simple decision.
I mean, here I was looking for some lotion and toiletries, and I literally had to stand there and twist open a million caps and smell each and every one, and compare the prices, and wonder if I should buy the fragrance-free stuff or the fragrance-filled stuff, and literally drive myself insane. Why? Why must I be so choosy?
Same thing happened last night.
I finally decided to pack a mommy & baby bag (and a little bit of a daddy bag) for the hospital... and I had to choose something for the baby to come home in. I didn't wanna choose something too cute because that would be a waste of a really cute outfit, and all she'd be doing was going straight from the hospital and right into our apartment. I also didn't wanna choose something too plain because I do want her to look cute on her way home. . . so I was trying to find an in-between outfit. . . and I had to do this for both the newborn size and the 0-3 month size because we don't know exactly how much she'll weigh.
via.I found myself sitting in front of her closet, looking through everything, unfolding and refolding a bagillion onesies and trying to find the perfect thing. I finally called my husband over because my body was starting to ache and I couldn't take it anymore. I figured he'd make it way easier because he definitely wouldn't be as choosy.
I was right about him not being choosy, but wrong about it becoming easier.
I pretty much declined everything he chose until he started getting frustrated and told me I was being ridiculous. Then I just grabbed the very first thing he suggested and told him, "Okay, fine. She'll wear this. It's not even that serious. Ugh. I just want her to look cute! But not too cute!"
I then proceeded to laugh at myself because I realized that I was indeed being ridiculous.
I'm telling you, I am way over-the-top these days.
I fully blame it on my raging pregnancy hormones. They are making me insane.
My husband tells me all the time, "You need to just relax. Sit down, put your feet up and relax. Stop cleaning... stop organizing.... stop thinking... just listen to some music or something."
I have a hard time relaxing.
I have pregnancy ants in my maternity pants.
So, ladies, today after driving myself nutso in the beauty supply aisle, I decided to come home and do nothing. Just sit and watch a few reruns on Netflix and do absolutely nothing.
It's turned out well thus far...
except later I'll have to finish packing the mommy/baby/little bit of daddy bag.
We'll see how it goes this time around!