19 days to go, according to my baby widget – although I honestly cannot even fathom being pregnant for that much longer. I am totally fine with 3 days to go, or, ideally, 10 days to go so that I’ll have our baby the day after I stop working. But whatever, she’ll do what she’s gonna do so I am ready to go. Tonight I’ll pack my ‘hospital suitcase’ while Mike sees ALIENS at BAM.
While I (and by extension, you) wait: Here are some pictures!
This is Mookie. He came from Grumble Toy, courtesy of my mom. A few months back I had sent her a picture of Mookie (#4, in a limited edition of 5) to cheer her up when she was bummed about some work stuff. Imagine my surprise when he showed up, in the wool, at my baby shower – presumably for the baby. He has slept in our bed ever since and the first week I had him I would burst into tears everytime I looked at him. In a good way though? I have always been easily overwhelmed by certain manifestations of cuteness and I’m sure the hormones exacerbate this. I also cried when Mike called to me from our bed and said to come to bed because Mookie missed me. I also cried when Mike called me his “living Mookie” … okay- you get the idea.
This is the nugget nest, already in place on my side of the bed. You can tell its my side by the candy cane-shaped ‘Snoozer’ pillow. Inside the nest is an incline wedge with some foam bolsters and a pogo. Sometimes I keep my blackberry in there too but I guess I’ll have to stop doing that. In the front are the baby’s bodyguards- the crack team of lamb, hedgehog and chick. Don’t mess.
The baby’s library and bathing supplies. I can’t wait for my apartment to smell like Mustela all the time!
37 weeks and 2 days. Long weekend over, time to throw on ridiculous clothes that barely cover massive form and head to work. I uh… totally made my bed after taking this photo by the way.