OK, it's March

I really never thought I'd reach the point where I would be saying, "I'm soooo ready." But, truthfully, I am. I mean, you're never fully prepared for something like childbirth and parenting, right? So, we might as well get this show on the road! I know throughout this blog, I've been inconsistent and infrequent with my posts, but now I must feel like if I blog every other day, the baby will come sooner. LOL

First, I am too eager to meet this little child who has been residing within me. I'm ready to identify him or her by name and not "It." Plus, a little Gap package that J ordered arrived last week and I am not allowed to open since it would give away the secret of Tater's gender. Then another truth-telling package arrived today. I know it was my decision not to find out, but it's taking a lot of strength not to cave and rip the packages open!

Second, the poor kid seems to be running out of room and I know I am running out of space for him or her. I feel little stretches as if Tater is trying to break out but then just gives up. :-( Also, if either of us grow much more, I'm going to have to wear J's shirts. The few that I can still wear don't seem to have much more room to give.

Third, I'm getting a little stir-crazy. OK, there is a pile of dishes that I could tend to, but aside from that I'm a little bored. I'm sure there are things that I could do, but I don't really want to. I've washed, fluffed and folded all of the baby clothes and blankies and all of the baby's things have been organized and re-organized. Sooooo...now all we need is the baby. LOL. Besides, because of my ginormous stomach, it hurts my back to do dishes these days. :-)

Fourth, things -- like sleeping, walking, yoga -- are getting hard. I struggled though yoga today. It's really hard to make the "mind/body" connection when the body doesn't want to cooperate. (The next frame after this picture, I ungracefully teeter to the left -- still biting my lip. LOL) And I'm really looking forward to getting good, comfortable sleep, even if it is only for one or two hours at a time.

That's enough rambling for one day, I suppose. I know I'm singing a totally different tune than before. Maybe after tomorrow's doctor's appointment, it'll be something else entirely.