Friday, March 4, 2011

Down to the Wire, it seems

Ok, so I have been informed it is the policy of the practice I am using that if you have had a late term loss, they will not "let" you go past 39 weeks. There is no sense in me arguing or fighting for anything past that. Golfer agrees with pretty much anything doctor's say, and I will not get support for anyone else on it. I'd be fighting that battle on my own, despite going to 41 weeks with Sassy. SO. With that said, that knocks off two entire weeks of my expected time left. While that's a little relieving in the fact I am so DONE being pregnant (weeks ago, in fact), it's a little disconcerting, as well, because...ummmmm....we haven't really done anything to prepare for his arrival!

He's got *some* clothes, but not a lot. The pack and play is still put away in my closet, his car seat is currently piled high with short sleeve shirts in Golfer's closet, the (admittedly pink but still useable) bouncy seat is still covered in plastic in the basement. I have ZERO meals frozen (Oh but I've got muffins lol), clothes are not washed, space has not really been made for him in Sassy's room, I don't have a diaper bag picked out. We do not have bottles. I do not have any of the supplies a newly post partum mama uses. I know there are other things that need to be done before he gets here. Things that are just not coming into my head at the moment. Things that will make this transition so much easier. My brain just simply isn't processing the fact there's a baby coming. That's a little scary.

That's not even counting the house stuff that needs to be done since my mom will be here the first week of May. I'll confess it's been months since I mopped my floors upstairs. It is excruciatingly painful to mop right now, so I just spot clean where I can and keep it vacuumed. The bottoms of our socks turn black just from walking around my house. Gross. I know...but, really, whoever it bothers the most is more than welcome to come mop my floors for me because the fact of the matter is, my house is otherwise pretty darn clean for a Mama in her third trimester whose pelvis feels like it's going to fall apart at any minute.

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