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The End Is In SIght....

Next week at this time, I should be home from the hospital with a newborn baby my newborn baby.....

Somethings are not easily articulated.  This is one of them.  I couldn't even begin to share my current thoughts and emotions.  

I'm thankful for my husband.  He seems to know what I need, when I need it....

Since our doctor's appointment, I've started to feel exhausted and ready to rest.  I think Ian is nesting.  He hasn't sat down since we got home.  He even ate his PB&J over the kitchen sink.  Now he is trying to install a car seat in his truck.  I didn't have the heart to tell him not to worry about the truck's car seat.  We have one in the SUV and I can't really imagine a time where we would need to take his truck anywhere. I guess it's better to be prepared......there is a million things I can be doing.  But I'm simply too overwhelmed.  I need time to process.  

I'm glad we have a somewhat busy schedule the next few days.  I broke the lumbar support in my SUV.  I guess they don't have a "pregnancy"  setting.  So tomorrow we are taking it in to get that fixed.  Then the rest of the day will probably be spent doing our last minute things around the house.  Saturday we are going garage selling!  Then going to visit Ian's brother and sister-in-law.  Saturday night, I am attending a bachelorlette party.  This will be my last ditch effort in sending myself into labor naturally.  This 9-month pregnant chick will be shaking her baby bump and baby lumps on the dance floor.  Sunday, Ian and I plan on stocking up on groceries and then resting most of the day.  Later that night, we are to report to the hospital to begin induction.  

I hope she has his eyes.....

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