Help me Baby Jeebus

I know. I’ve been MIA. Again. I had a beautiful baby shower last weekend and got some wonderful gifts from my very generous family and friends. This is going to be one well dressed little girl! However, my brain is totally elsewhere. It’s like I can’t concentrate at all. I’ve been swamped at work and it’s been so hard to focus on anything. With only 6 weeks separating me from my due date I’ve gotten a bit nervous. But also a bit excited. And scared. And thrilled. And anxious. And, well, you name it and I’ve probably felt it. I have such frequent mood changes it's like I'm bipolar. I am so ready to be done being pregnant but at the same time that means that I’ll have a baby. I’ll be a MOM. My entire life as I know it will drastically change and there is NO GOING BACK. And, well, that freaks me the eff out. (Although being able to sleep on my stomach again will be sooooo nice)

I asked Wade the other day if he was nervous at all to become a dad. His answer? Nope. Not in the least. And you know what? That pisses me off. Why does he have all this confidence that I am so obviously lacking? I feel like I shouldn’t be having these doubts, but I know NOTHING about being a mom. I know NOTHING about caring for a newborn except for how to change a diaper and that is only b/c I practiced on Kobe the other week. (And yes, he HATED it. Sorry little buddy.)

This is his 'I'm so totally pissed off at you Mom' face.

I feel so utterly unprepared for this even though it looks like the baby fairy threw up all over our house w/ little pink onesies, blankets, rattles, bibs, diapers and everything else you could even dream of.

In one week if I were to go into labor the doctors would not stop it. Even though little Nugget would be a little bit undercooked she’d be far enough along that the doctors no longer would feel the need to intervene and stop the labor from progressing. That means that in one week I could technically have a baby at any moment. Yes, I realize that going into labor that early is rare. But it happens. And I’m not ready! I’m scared shitless.

So… any words of advice? Any positive thoughts? Any ice cream or cookies? Send them my way!

We picked up our recliner last week so our final piece of furniture is in the nursery. Now all I have to do is organize/clean it so that a baby can actually live in there and get some final necessary items and we're set! (Ignore the massive mess!)

We have our final childbirth class tonight and then tomorrow we head out to my good friend, Shannon’s wedding. I'm looking forward to having something to get my mind off things. And it will be fun watching my family and friends get drunk. Although it would be more fun if I could get drunk with them. All in due time…

xoxo~