Happy 4th of July!
I should care more about today--but I'm preoccupied. Because the 4th of August? IS MY DUE DATE.
And for some reason that's what I can think about today. Holy whoa. I can't wait to hold that sweet girl.
The 4th of August also happens to be a very special 5th Wedding Anniversary, too. Talk about big things, people. Big things.
Do you know how awful last 4th of July was? It was our first trip to the ER with our sweet little girl. She was so very sick, couldn't breathe, woke up wheezing, and so we ended up in the ER getting the kid shots of steroids to calm things down.
It was way sad. Luckily, they were so nice to us in the Emergency Room and our experience was nothing but positive, and I documented it (duh) here.
Today should be better. There is no sickness looming. The weather is nice (read: HOT), and we will be headed to my parents after nap time to swim, have a cookout, and just relax a little.
We've already had our family pancake & bacon breakfast, and there's lots of lounging around happening.
Despite the lounging & relaxing, my brain is on overdrive with TO!DO!LISTS!
This weeks agenda is to pack our bags...my hospital bags, Emeline's bag (she'll probably end up staying a night with my parents), and the baby's stuff.
However, there's this stupid part of me that thinks if I DON'T pack my bags, maybe I'll go into labor. You know, because I'm NOT ready. That makes total sense, right?
Why do we (I) think like that?
I kind of hate (but also find exciting) the unknowns of labor.
My sister and sister-in-law ran a race this morning. My large pregnant arse was totally jealous and I cannot wait to get back into running, really.
I know I'll dread it a little, just getting used to it again-- but I'm craving that feeling of running and being fit again.
Soon enough...soon enough.
Until then...I will stuff my face with picnic food.
Happy Independence Day!