T Minus 12

Julie has suggested that I blog daily for my last 12 days since my fat @ss is on maternity leave anyway...guess I don't really have a counterargument for that, so we'll give it a shot.

Day 1 of maternity leave and 12 days pre-due date:

One of my preggo gals gave birth yesterday to a beautiful baby boy (she was due a day before me)...and it's stirred up a heap o' emotions in this here pregnant chick. First I made G come look at a pic of the baby and said, "that's about the size of our lil' man...I don't get how that fits in here (pointing at my belly)?!?" Then I got all weepy 'cuz there IS one of those in there. Then I realized that as much as I have adapted to pregnancy as if it were my natural state of being, I still haven't really comprehended the whole, "we're gonna have a baby in a couple of weeks" thing...Sitting in the nursery isn't helping me to picture us bringing home an itty bitty new family member in 2 weeks...I'm told that I won't be able to truly grasp this concept until we've been home for about a week...

Here's a pic of Jackson Xavier - the newest addition to the Stuart family:

Then I started to get a wee bit jealous...first that she's done, with the whole scary labor part already behind her - where I still get to stress over that crazy scariness...but also because she's gotten to meet her son already. I'm impatient, damnit! I wanna cuddle my baby boy already!

Anyway, she's the third person due around my due date who's given birth so it's definitely getting real for me...guess it's time to pack my bag and put G out of his misery. (I think I'm making him super nervous not being completely prepared already...) We'll see, it would appear that I have some sort of psychological block associated with packing my bag - either that or I'm just the poster child for lazy...which is always a possibility. ;)

We finished up all our partner classes this past weekend, too - poor G. I didn't go into labor on Friday and disappointed him terribly. Now he's pulled an about-face and says that since I didn't pop him out on Friday I need to wait two weeks.

They showed us a video (of course from the 70s) of birth and it kinda freaked me out. While we were watching, G leaned over to me and said, "I can't imagine that this isn't scaring you." And I said, "yeah, I didn't need to see this..." Honestly, I'm big on the whole "ignorance is bliss" theory. I mean, the lil' one has to come out SOMEHOW so why should I stress about the "how"? I think I'm better off having a general idea but no concept of the specifics...

Super news, though...they finally got our replacement parts for the furniture in!! G and I are gonna try to go pick it up tomorrow, so one of the countdown blogs should be finished pics o' the nursery...(Minus the name on the wall, since we're a little last-minute on that front...)

That reminds me, at our parenting class at the hospital the midwife mentioned the papers that we need to bring with us to the hosptial - one of which declares our lil' one's name...I had to ask her how long we had to decide that, "do we have 5 minutes or a half hour or what?" She said we should just have one picked before we leave the delivery room, so a couple of hours after the birth...I really, really hope that BeBe Schnegg LOOKS like a (insert-name here), otherwise it could get ugly in the delivery room. ;)