Countdown: 6 Days

Here is the finished tree and gifts. I started decorating it myself on Sunday in pain and on vicodin while Mike watched Jingle all the way, and the kids sat around picking their butts...so I finally gave them a "I am 9 months pregnant with a hand wound" freak out lecture, and what followed shockingly was..............the tv off, and help! Holy shit! it worked for once! Merry Christmas to me!



I had my final Dr's appt of the pregnancy today. Baby was going wacko. HB 165-175. She is ALWAYS in the low 140's....

Mike thinks she is like hercules trying to bust out and therefore exerting a ton of energy. My dr. asked if I could feel her moving because it was so high and I could not. No one was concerned about this....obviously, she has no room.

I am a fingertip dialated. Which per my Dr. means I could or could not go into labor before Monday.

I LOVE my Dr. because of her attitude. And really. she cant give me any concrete information...anything can happen.....but still. Couldn't she leave me with a statistic or 2?

So, as I left, she said "See you Monday unless I hear from you before!"

Nice.

You know, as much as I wanted her early...she best be staying in till Monday at this point. Wayyyy too much planning is involved now.

Here are some picture of the nursery.....which I worked my butt off on getting it put together, but as I took these pictures, realized it looks a mess. The car seat and bouncer and other randomness are things that will be removed once she is born..so it still looks like a clusterfuck in there...but you get the idea. I think.