So this is pretty much me all the time at night. Junior seems to get a real "kick" out of squirming all over in the evenings to the point where it gets really painful in my pelvis. So I lay down which seems to settle things down. Then I wake up in awful pain in my hips from laying. After a good many minutes I can get up and take my break from laying. That's when I say, "Thank God for the interwebs." Otherwise I might have to do something productive. But to be honest, this is about as much as my brain can handle at 1:54 am.
I'm due Thursday. Yea! Sorta. I'm really tired of the double takes at work. People are so shocked to see that A) the baby hasn't been born yet, and 2) I'm still working. I think when they ask when I'm due I'm going to start telling them August. I hobble a bit more and avoid stairs as much as possible, but I'm still perfectly capable of working. And when I don't get fancy benefits like "paid maternity leave" I think I'd rather take my time off after I have the baby. It could be another two weeks before anything happens.
I had another dream that the baby was a girl. She looked like Jim & Pam's baby, but with this crazy hair. I was also hanging out with Robert Downey Jr. so I'm not sure how much credence the dream holds, but it was the third time I dreamed of having a girl. Blaine thinks it's a boy. I keep asking him if he'd like to make it interesting, but he never takes me up on it.
We have the nursery pretty well done. It's the prettiest room in the place, for now. Just don't open the closet. We definitely need more storage. But all the clothes are washed and put away along with the blankets, burp cloths, booties, socks, mittens, hats, bibs, etc. Here's a photo of its humble beginnings. It still looks like this, just with more stuff and the boxes hiding almost out of view are gone.
Now we just play the waiting game. I think I'm just about done waiting. It's kind of like ripping off a band aid. It's gonna hurt but you just gotta bite down and rip it off.