The countdown is on, and has been for a couple of weeks now. Part of me feels as if I shouldn't be counting down the last days, as these will be the last 18 days that I will ever be pregnant. The other part of me is ready.
I've said it before and I'll say it again...I just don't make a good pregnant person. As being a woman and mother who lives with the constant fear of losing a baby, because I've already been there once...the fear sometimes consumes me. The worry consumes me. This pregnancy has been emotionally by far easier than my pregnancy with Cameron. This pregnancy has however been physically by far a lot harder than my pregnancy with Cameron.
We still don't have a picture outfit. We still haven't even packed our bags. I have grumped at friends for not having their bags packed (or at least a list made) by this point. And what I have done? None of the above. I haven't even made a list of things to pack to go to Granny and Papa's for Cameron. I REALLY should get on the ball.
Holidays are approaching fast and furious...and in a frenzy, I am trying to get everything done with our Christmas shopping by the end of November. And it just doesn't look all that promising.
Nesting has FINALLY kicked in, and I think it's driving Adam nuts...he's not the only one though, because it's about to drive me nuts too. I hate cleaning....HATE it. And yet, I feel like nothing can be clean enough right now.
I'm also a little stressed about this whole breastfeeding business this time around. We didn't do it with Cameron. She's formula fed, and I'm perfectly fine with that. In fact, that was my choice. However, for expense purposes, we are going to try to breastfeed/pump & bottle feed Evyn this time around. We were supposed to go to a class last week and this week (2 nights - 2 1/2 hours each night). When we couldn't find the place last Tuesday, we called and found out they have a new facility now AND the class was canceled. When I inquired about doing a make-up since we are delivering prior to the December class, I was told the price of the class is going to be double, and is going to be on a Saturday or Sunday. I'm having a REALLY hard time with it being double, so I think I am just going to enlist the help of my mama friends who have done this and the hospital, and we're going to roll with it.
18 days though...18 days until we get to meet this sweet little girl. And I. CAN'T. WAIT!