Am I the only one that feels like crawling into a hole toward the end of a pregnancy? I can't help but completely withdraw - from friends, message boards, blogs, etc. I don't get it.
We're down to the final weeks of being a family of three. I'm not going to lie - I'm terrified. I had some rough contractions on Friday that made me dread the thought of going into labor again (but they did get my rear end in gear and I actually got a bag packed to go to the birth center). Obviously nothing came of it or this would be a whole different post but it was definitely a reality check.
As far as pregnancy goes, things are fine. There's a little protein spilling into my urine but my blood pressure is just fine so no one is worried.
Audrey is fantastic, as usual. She's back into the habit of waking up overnight again - usually just once. She says she's hungry - go figure. She's been a crazy girl with food lately. She'll either eat her weight in whatever it is that's being served or there isn't a morsel that crosses her lips. Typical toddler stuff, right?
I think we have just about everything we need for now for the new guy. I'll have to get some bottle and pump parts eventually but we're covered as far as bringing him home goes. My sister flies in on Thanksgiving to spend a few days with us in case we need overnight Audrey care then my MIL comes in after that. We have a couple of back up plans just in case but I'm hoping this kiddo will stay put for another week or so.
Exciting times. Not as exciting as they're going to get, I'm sure.
