Go ahead, take your time

Nothing going on. Nada. Zilch. Just continuing to wait and go CRAZY.

Oh wait, I already am crazy. Crazy for agreeing to this stupid remodel days before I'm due to give birth. There's that whole "nesting" thing that is in complete competition with the dust, dirt, sawdust, mayhem that has taken over my house.

I can't help but freak out. I'm supposed to be creating a serene, clean, inviting environment for this new little life and I can't even do a load of laundry because the W&D has been disconnected.

On top of everything else, BigB is completely overwhelmed at work so he's working long hours and bringing work home. So he can't help cook or clean - so I'm left to doing those things all by myself. I wish I could just ignore it, but I can't! I'm totally overwhelmed. And, I can't relax when it looks like a bomb has gone off in our house.

So, I guess I'm thankful LadyBug hasn't made her grand entrance yet. I need the weekend to get things figured out, cleaned up, and a little more peaceful.

T minus 15 days

Didja look at that countdown? Only 15 days left! It's really hard to comprehend. A different two week wait altogether. My feeble mind is unable to make the cognitive connection that the thing inside my belly will be OUT in a few weeks (maybe less) and that it will be a bayyyyybeeeeeeee that I can hold. And rock. And sing to. It's a super strange concept. But, I'm ready. WAY ready:

Bloated fingers? Check.
Bloated ankles? Check.
Hormones en fuego? Check.
Nursery ready? Heck no.
Bag packed? Ummmm, no.
Birth plan complete. Whatsa birth plan?

I'm ready mentally. Maybe not so much otherwise.

Get this - "we" decided last minute (i.e. Sunday) to have a contractor come in and redo the stairs that go to our basement/family room/laundry room. BigB is renting a jackhammer and smashing up the cement ones that are there now. For whatever reason, the steps were originally built for people with Lilliputian type feet. They are so narrow that every time I go down them (at least 10 times a day), I fear for my life. AND there's no handrail. AND the walls are ensconced in beautiful stained-pine panelling which make me feel like I live in an old nasty cabin.

Not sure why we waited until the last minute to get this done, but it seemed like a good idea to have a safe set of stairs considering we'll probably be traipsing up and down them with a BABY in a few weeks. It just took us awhile to figure that out.

I'll also get new flooring in the laundry room (hardwoods). Yay! And new light fixtures. Yay! But, a little stressful on the timing.

This afternoon we have another appointment with the OB. We'll see if LadyBug has decided to comply with all of BigB's pleadings (he's been sticking his face way down by "my business" and talking with her, as he was told this would "call" her toward his voice and make her go head down. Kind of cute, kind of weird). Can't wait to find out!