C'mon, Full Moon!

There's a full moon tonight. I'm counting on it to light a fire under Baby Girl and entice her to head on out. (Pun intended).

I feel like I'm finally ready, or as ready as I'll ever be. My house isn't clean enough, but I'm realizing that it's a lost cause. Work stuff is about as buttoned up as I can get it. The nursery, although not totally decorated - is totally functional which is the most important thing. The final peice, an awesome glider/rocker from Jason's parents, really makes it look like a nursery. The boys seem ready and excited to meet their baby sister. Jayden wants to name her Tulip, and Tanner just wants his normal Mom back - the one who has the energy to play with him and not be tired and cranky all the time. Jason seems as ready as he'll ever be, and is diligently plowing through our endless to-do lists as time allows.

The bags are packed, the name is chosen. My maternity shirts barely cover me anymore. I can't walk without the attractive 9 month waddle. I can't run an errand without having to take a potty break. It's time.

I have spent a lot of time thinking about what clothes to take to the hospital, and have ended up with a week's worth for a 24-48 hour period. You just never know! I found a maternity/nursing nightgown that doesn't make me look like an 80 year old woman for only $3. Oh, it's still heinous, but it'll be better than a hospital gown and it will be in the trash before we leave the hospital. Jason asked me why I had to buy a nightgown, because I was complaining about the selection so much. Why couldn't I just wear some of my pajama pants? Um, you can't have a baby wearing pants, honey. Maybe we should've taken those birthing classes...

I did prep him with the best authority on childbirth that I know of - Bill Cosby. I made him watch the childbirth sketch from Bill Cosby Himself, so I think he's good to go. :) Push it out, shove it out, waaaayyyy out!