We went over my health and everything is as perfect as perfect can be.
And then she went over the calender for my 39th week of pregnancy.
And then she picked the first available date that they could take him.
And then I almost squealed with excitement because it was sooner than I thought they would.
And now we have a date to countdown to.
Bubby will be born on May 14th, 2010.
17 days people. 17 days.
And here is the Question of the Week:
"If you could bear the child of a famous person alive today, who would it be and why?"
I couldn't narrow it down to 1. I chose Taye Diggs, because seriously. Who doesn't want to eat him up, plus I saw him on Ellen and the way he spoke of his son made my heart smile. He is a good father, you can tell.
My sencond choice is Hugh Jackman, because again, hello? I could eat him off a platter. Plus he has been all over the tabloids with his children. He is actively involved with them. And we all know there is nothing sexier than a hot guy that's good with is kids.
What about you? Who's your imaginative baby daddy?
I had to move the crib to the other side of the room to fit the Pooh baskets on the shelves. Adorable.
His mattress in in the crib but I haven't washed the sheets and put them on yet.
Here is the pile of clothes I HAVE washed. This is 2 loads. One still needs to be folded and I still probably have 3-4 more loads to go.
My father-in-law ordered a dresser set that matches the crib so this shelf will be taken out this week so I can put more things away. There is still tons of stuff in Lael's room that I haven't even moved to Bubby's room yet.
And here is my 36 week belly. I'm ready. Done. Finished. Time to hold my son. :)
Lael walked in on me in the bathroom this morning as I was putting on a pantyliner.
I didn't want to over-react so I just proceeded with what I was doing.
"I've seen those before mom, Nana had one on. What is it for?"
"Oh, you'll find out when you are a big girl."
"I think I know what it's for. Because Bubby kicks you hard sometimes and it hurts down there so that will make it feel better."
"Yup. It will."
"But I don't know why Nana put one on. She doesn't have a baby in her belly. It already came out. It was you! So I don't know what she wearing hers for. Silly Nana."
"Hmm...yeah, silly Nana."
It's amazing how even though she is getting older she still an innocent child. She is sweet, funny, thoughtful and curious.
A few weeks ago when I had the stomach flu, Lael had started her Spring Break. I was curled in bed and I told her that she could stay up and watch tv in her room quietly.
At some point in the middle of the night (well maybe not that late but seriously I was REALLY sick) she came in and whispered to me. She handed me a piece of paper and told me to put it under my pillow and take it to work the next day.
I forgot because I thought I had dreamt is. She called me from her Mama's house, which is where she spent her first few Spring Break days, and asked me if I got it. I told her I didn't but would get it when I got home.
Once again I forgot but in the middle of the night I put my hand under my pillow and pulled the paper out. I stuck in on my dresser without looking at it so that I would remember to take it with me.
The next morning I stuck it in my bag while rushing to get out of the house.
When I got to work I dug in my bag for my cell phone and this is what fell out.
I died a little right there. You know from the sweetness. I adore this child. This note is hanging up on my desk and when I get frustrated or pissy I turn and look at it and it never fails to bring a smile to my face.
I buy her clothes. Buy her shoes. Buy her underwear. Do her hair.
I have taken that on as my responsibility.
It's not that hubby wouldn't know how to dress her. It's just that if I let him dress her, she'd look like a little boy with sweatpants and tennis shoes on with her hair in a baseball cap.
And no. I'm not exaggerating.
So when D was here during Easter she came with busted tennis shoes. I was a little pissed because since we send $500 a month I expect her to have at least a decent pair of shoes and not the Faded Glory (Wal-Mart) brand that she had. Not that there is anything against Wal-Mart shoes but at least buy a new pair when the old ones start to fall apart.
So Hubby decided that he was going to take her and Lael and get them both shoes because there is no way to get one shoes without the other.
So I get home that day and she is excited to show me her shoes. I am shocked.
The shoe on the left are her Skechers (sz 11) that she wears. She has a little growing room but they are a good fit.
Now the shoes on the left are the Nikes (sz 13!!) that Hubby thought were ok for him to buy her.
What the fuck!?
He says they they ran a little small. Seriously. That don't run that small.
I'm not into my child looking like she is walking in clown shoes.
So yesterday we got into a heated discussion because he must have told her she could wear the shoes after I had already explained to her that they were a little too big.
I debated about this all night and even involved my Twitter friends. I then decided to hide the shoes on her closet shelf.
Because you know what.
He can suck a fat one. I've been running this shit for 6 1/2 years now and it's a little late for him to try to step in.
That's why I'm the mom. And he better not forget it.
So Hubby got me a Blackberry yesterday. It's not an iPhone, but since I refuse to change phone companies I have to settle for what I can get.
And you know what. It's pretty damn cool. It has a touch screen and all the apps I want so I have no complaints.
Hubby's can be totally great sometimes....but there are times they can make you want to plot their deaths with your best friend.
That leads me up to the Question of the Week:
"If you could eliminate one habit your mate has, what would you have them stop doing?"
I had a list but obviously had to narrow it down a bit.
The way he leaves his clothes ALL OVER THE HOUSE, the way he drives like he's playing a video game, the way he thinks he is in control of whatever tv is in the same room as him, the way he steals toliet paper out of my bathroom and I don't realize it until I've taken a poop, the way he takes my clean towel out and I don't realize it until I'm dripping wet out of the shower.....Seriously, I could go on and on.
But the one I pick is when he starts to cook dinner...and then walks away. Who the hell does that?!
I mean he'll put stuff in the oven and set the timer and just leave. And guess who had to stop what she's doing to take it out and make adjustments.
I know it seems stupid but it drives me batshit. Is it that hard to keep your happy ass in the kitchen while you are cooking.
Your turn. What habit would you pick? And be creative! :)
In case you aren't counting along, I have six weeks before my c-section. I'm feeling ready. But we all know how bi-polar my emotions are.
I do believe I have yet ANOTHER cold. So that's all sorts of fun.
Thanks for all the kind words on yesterday's post. I'm just going to give that a break. I'm starting to depress my own blog.
Being pregnant all weekend made me forget that it gets warm in the Spring (like 80 today) and I have nothing but sweatpants and long sleeve shirts that fit me. So that's all sorts of sexy.
My dog that I thought was dying has suddenly returned to her normal self. I think she should still go to the Vet but just like human doctors, my hubby has a phobia.
I was going downtown today to tour some museums and get good shots of the Cherry Blossoms. Sometimes I forget I'm 8 months pregnant. But hubby reminded me because I couldn't even
walk around Wal-Mart with having to lean on the cart. Yeah, so that's out.
I need a pedicure. I think I'll take carr of that today.
Oh, and I love my bloggy friends. I pray you all have a fun-filled blessed weekend with your family. I know I will!
My name is Keyona (Key-ah-nuh). I've been Active Duty in the Air Force for 13 years. I am a mom to a 9 year old girl and a stepmom to an 11 year old girl and a jungle gym to a 2 year old boy.
I am married to my best friend.
I am easy to get along with.
I am silly.
I am forgetful.
I am proud to be a mom.
I am happy to share a piece of my life.
She's 7 going on 16. She is in the 2nd grade. She loves hotdogs, fairies and all things nice. Currently she loves to watch all things Disney and Nickelodeon but every now and then I'll catch her watching Dora. I just pretend not to notice. Her favorite saying is "My Bad". It drives me nuts. She has a strong will but loves to please her mama. She has a smile that can melt you and cheeks you want to nibble on. She is the best part of me and the light in my life.
The last member of our family was born May 14th. We are still getting acquainted with one another.....