6 Weeks And Counting…

Poor baby #3.  She doesn’t get a lot of notice here on the blog, other than using her as an excuse to be too tired to post anything meaningful.  But as the clock strikes down to a mere six weeks, I think she deserves a bit of credit here, too.

Yes, I look tired.  Glamorous, lipstick-wearing pregnant lady I am not.

First of all, my doctors appointments and c-section are all scheduled and in the books, and as long as she doesn’t arrive early–which I write with labored breath as I endure yet more Braxton Hicks–I will walk in and have a baby on March 11th.  I truly doubt she will last that long, especially since the doctors pushed my due date back 10 days when I was six weeks along (thanks to an early ultrasound that determined that my baby, nothing more than a bundle of cells at that point, was measuring small).  So two ultrasounds later that show her growing exactly as she should for her original date, plus her measuring two weeks ahead at every appointment, makes me think that if I can get to March I will be lucky.  And these damn Braxton Hicks are making me more skeptical by the day!  Not to mention everyone and their mother tells me how ginormous I am, on a daily–if not hourly–basis!

As far as preparations, JDubbs put her crib together this weekend, I have all the supplies needed (still wrapped and unwashed, but IN the house, which is saying something since I live an hour and a half from the nearest Babies R Us or Target) and just have to go get the odds and ends from storage: the bucket seat, the baby toys/books, Em’s old mobile, all her old clothes.  I have not bought baby a stitch of clothing other than one sunhat that matches a sundress I bought for Em (I see a photo shoot coming on).  I have bought her four beautiful Aden + Anais swaddle blankets and a Little Giraffe blankie (which the kids picked out to match their own–they each have one and even though they cost a fortune, I could rub on that thing myself all day).  The room doesn’t feel ready, but in case of an early arrival like her sister’s, we have everything we need to get by.  We borrowed a bassinet from Jason’s brother and our sister-in-law, so at least she has somewhere to sleep, and as long as I’m around, something to eat.  The only thing left to buy is a monitor–our last two have kicked the bucket–but it’s not a necessity; our house isn’t huge.  I have a feeling she’ll make herself known.

So that’s what’s new here with baby girl.  She will be here so very soon, and I simultaneously cannot wait and feel completely anxious.  Please pray that the kids take it all in stride with minimal drama, that she doesn’t have colic or some other exhausting habit that makes JDubbs wish he had stuck to his we’re-done-with-two guns or me running out to buy a can of formula, and that she doesn’t come so soon that she needs to spend some time in the NICU.  Anything else I think we can handle!  But I know we are blessed to have her regardless, and are very eager for the big day!