A Few Weeks Ago...

We took these at the beach down the road from our house about 2 weeks ago...

Getting SOOOO Tired

Work is more difficult every day. I have finally hit the wall with sleeping first of all. My assortment of pillows at every angle which has served me so well is no longer doing the trick. I probably am racking about 5 hours a night, which is not terrible but it's not too fun, either.

So I wake up tired, move slowly, get into the office at 8:30 which if you know me is REALLY late, and fall apart by 4pm. It's pathetic, dear.

I am getting more and more excited for this baby, too... every day I inspect my aches and pains for signs of labor. Everyone keeps telling me I'll know if for sure when it is here, but I can't cease the inspections. I just can't. I want Roter here. And I want some Sauvignon Blanc. More than 4 Oz.

Tweeting Through Labor...

Do you plan to Tweet through your labor-- or did you? I've been reading quite a lot about this recently, especially Ev's wife (Pres of Twitter)-- who just tweeted through the whole labor and birth of her baby. A;pparently it can be a fun distraction. That alone is kind of enticing... but as one article contributor noted, you could end up giving away much more information than the "normal" you would-- and more information than anyone wants to read, too!

I am a little over the whole Twitter thing and not that anxious to be part of it... but at the same time, it could be a fun way to keep far-away family and friends involved?

Shower Time

My family threw a shower for me this past weekend. They went to so much trouble-- it was beautiful. I really wasn't into making everyone look at the boring baby gear or eat chocolate that looks like poo-- so we kept the "present opening" to about an hour and then invited the guys over for a bbq. We went through a heap of booze so I think everyone must have had fun! And in fact, although I was coveting the vino my friends and family cruised around the yard with, I was ok with my blackberry Diet Hansens.

Post-shower though: We have a freakin' bassinet in our room. EEEK! We are having a baby! It's finally REAL. It's going to happen. Whether I like it or not. (Which luckily I do)

I am in a way happy the shower is over. It felt like such a milestone and now that it's past, my only focus is the actual Birth of Roter. I can't believe it, and I am now feeling anxiety...

Anyone else out there praying for contractions? :)

Is There Definitely a Baby in There?

So this may come across as really weird to some people, but I have moments where I wonder if it's really a baby or whether the doctor has mistaken a giant parasite or disease for a living human. I do love scary movies and am prone to a wild imagination so I can chalk it up to that.

However, the closer I get to my due date, the more I picture a gross little worm wiggling around in there. I know, terrible weird thought. It kind of makes me laugh though. I mean, what if?