Well, I guess it doesn't necessarily mean that. He could decide to wait until April. I sure hope he doesn't.
Here we are at 36 weeks:
Don't mind the mess in the background. That's a whole 'nother can of worms I don't really want to open at the moment. Let's just say I hate my cable/phone company.
Anyhoo. I think the baby has officially "dropped" because I woke up and my butt crack hurt. Yes, my butt crack. And it feels like I have a bowling ball between my legs.
You should see me walk (or rather, waddle). Hot dang!
I had a sweet little baby shower this weekend and got some great things for The Smush. Mostly clothes, burp cloths, washrags, blankets ... but I also got several pairs of shoes. I think this kid already has more shoes than Bubby did as an infant, oddly enough. But I must say, baby boy shoes are precious. He got some awesome plaid sneakers I am dying to put on him.
Tomorrow, Dill and I are taking a tour of the maternity ward where I'm having The Smush. I know, you're thinking "Aren't hospital tours for total noobs who know nothing about having babies?" Well, for one, I AM a noob to this hospital. Plus, I don't know much about having babies, since I had a C-section with Bubs.
Speaking of which ... C-sections are a pretty controversial topic on the Internets. Did you know that? I'm planning a juicy post in which I discuss them. You won't want to miss it.
Whoa, I think The Smush just head-butted my cervix.
You know Jenna, you make pregnancy sound so glamorous. Like all this butt crack hurting and head butting of the cervix...it's just making me yearn for the uncomfortableness of that 9 months. Basically you make me laugh out loud. Thanks.
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