When you can't button up or zip up or even velcro up anything you own, your belly tends to get a little cold. That is why I've adopted Steven's favorite fleece pull-over and have worn it for five days, consecutively. Luckily he doesn't mind sharing, or I'd be in a pinch.
Anyway, I'm feeling really grateful that this baby's birthday is at this time of year. It gives us all something to look forward to during the bleak, chilly post-Christmas winter time when all we want to do is snuggle up in jammies (or Steven's jackets) and read for days.
Speaking of baby, nope, not in labor yet ;). Gage's early arrival has made me a victim to myself. I'm trying to be all stoic and like, "I'm planning on a late arrival", but the truth is… part of me wakes up every morning a little surprised that I'm in my own bed and not at the hospital, bringing our newest family member into the world. Not that I'm unhappy, nope. Not at all. I just can't let myself think about newborn cheeks and chubby elbows and late-night rocking chair episodes or my heart just aches for this little one to arrive.
|Our refrigerator is insane. Lists and lists and lists. Birth plan, last-minute hospital bag stuff, like eight calendars, and all the phone numbers we need when I go into labor. Heavens.|
|And me. This is at 38 weeks and 2 days. Wearing Steve's pull-over. Of course ;).|