ready
I'm 38 weeks as of yesterday and I'm ready. I know it could be another month before baby makes its arrival but it could also be tomorrow. I'm not holding out all my hopes there but that would be awesome. I have absolutely nothing to do at work now which makes daily life go by sooo slowly.
I talked to the little one yesterday and mentioned that if he/she does decide to come sometime this week, I would be forced to love him/her a little bit more than his/her sister who waited until an induction at 42 weeks. She'd still be in there if she could fit and just randomly reach out and ask for a new book.
A friend came and painted clouds in the nursery this past weekend so that's all done now. Just two paintings to hang up but that's no big deal. I even washed the newborn neutral clothes... something I didn't bother doing with Ziva. Sorry kiddo. Her clothes were all new, these are already worn and sat for 2 years.. plus our new washer and dryer are both awesome.
Ziva asks about the baby a bunch which is adorable. She was asking Mark in the car about her baby brother and he was trying to explain it could be a girl, we don't know. She insists it's a boy, time will tell. Last night when I was reading to her she stopped listening leaned up (not easy over my gigantic belly) and snuggled into me more and said I love mommy, I love baby, I love daddy, I love woofwoof. I teared up and gave her squishy hugs and kisses.
We've settled on the names. We've even settled on the Hebrew names. Spoke to the Rabbi tonight - if it's a boy we'll do a bris and a baby naming for Ziva. If it's a girl we'll do a joint baby naming ceremony which will be nice. Funny that even though Ziva is hebrew he suggested a different Hebrew name. I like the name though and the meaning so we're going with it.
That's about all. I sent Mark out for ice cream tonight because, at most, I only have another month to get away with that.
I talked to the little one yesterday and mentioned that if he/she does decide to come sometime this week, I would be forced to love him/her a little bit more than his/her sister who waited until an induction at 42 weeks. She'd still be in there if she could fit and just randomly reach out and ask for a new book.
A friend came and painted clouds in the nursery this past weekend so that's all done now. Just two paintings to hang up but that's no big deal. I even washed the newborn neutral clothes... something I didn't bother doing with Ziva. Sorry kiddo. Her clothes were all new, these are already worn and sat for 2 years.. plus our new washer and dryer are both awesome.
Ziva asks about the baby a bunch which is adorable. She was asking Mark in the car about her baby brother and he was trying to explain it could be a girl, we don't know. She insists it's a boy, time will tell. Last night when I was reading to her she stopped listening leaned up (not easy over my gigantic belly) and snuggled into me more and said I love mommy, I love baby, I love daddy, I love woofwoof. I teared up and gave her squishy hugs and kisses.
We've settled on the names. We've even settled on the Hebrew names. Spoke to the Rabbi tonight - if it's a boy we'll do a bris and a baby naming for Ziva. If it's a girl we'll do a joint baby naming ceremony which will be nice. Funny that even though Ziva is hebrew he suggested a different Hebrew name. I like the name though and the meaning so we're going with it.
That's about all. I sent Mark out for ice cream tonight because, at most, I only have another month to get away with that.