Last Weekend!

So this is our last weekend to do whatever we want without a baby! Well, almost whatever we want.

Christopher the genius decided to accept a dinner invitation for Saturday night at his boss' house and then volunteered us to bring deviled eggs because he loves deviled eggs. I mean really??? Our last Saturday of freedom and you sign us up for a work related dinner? And I have to make something on top of all the freezer meals I've been making? I think this is just his way of getting deviled eggs. Genius, I tell ya.

So, we've had to shuffle our plans and despite the fact that he's still got a bookshelf to finish and a wardrobe to build, we are going to go see The Green Hornet tonight. We are also planning on getting breakfast tomorrow morning (found a place on base that serves American style breakfast! Yay!), finishing up some last minute grocery shopping, making his dumb deviled eggs, and going to this dinner. I can't begin to tell you how unexcited I am. I can just see it now... I'm going to get stuck talking to the wives and answering all sorts of questions about the baby and blahhhhhh. I just want to stay home and read. I can't be antisocial forever, I know. It's bad for his career. But seriously?! I'm having a baby on Monday!

I go in on Sunday to meet with the anesthesiologist and find out what time to come in on Monday morning. The rest of the day will be spent cleaning the house like a mad woman and supervising Christopher while he bathes the dogs. I still hate them by the way. And their damn bark collars aren't here yet!

Every day that passes, Christopher and I look at each other and we're like, "Holy crap... X more days." It is absolutely unbelievable. It just doesn't feel real to me yet. I don't feel mature enough to be someone's mom. I keep looking at the bassinet in the bedroom and I can't believe that in a few days, a baby will be laying in it.

I am terrified.

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My Last Week of Freedom

So I officially have 6 days until Bean makes her arrival into this screwy world. I really envisioned this last week to be calm, quiet, and relaxing. I must have lost my head for a minute (this happens a lot of minutes of every day).

I have turned into a psychotic raging hormonal bitch. I'm not ashamed to admit it. Frankly, I've been surprising the hell out of myself with the capacity to overload the crazy meter. I've always had a short temper and been a little off kilter but the last couple of weeks have been over the top. I apologize to Christopher once a day during the 5 minutes of sanity I'm able to maintain but I know it doesn't make up for the rest of the time he has to deal with me. He's told me numerous times that I need Valium. Hey, if I could take some, I'd be popping them bitches like Skittles right now (Mmm Skittles...). Crazy is cool in my book, but whatever this type of crazy is, I can live without it.

The house is coming together. We are getting our bookcases for the dining room and a wardrobe for the bedroom delivered today so that will take care of the last of the boxes to put away. The moving company is also coming back today to pick up the mountain of boxes piled ceiling high in the living room so it will no longer look like a homeless person's paradise. But, we still won't have living room furniture until the second week of February if we're lucky. Thanks Army! Always on top of your game!

I'm happy though. Most of the house is looking great and I can't wait to bring our little girl home.

I still haven't washed any bottles, sterilized my pump, or made freezer meals though. There are moments when I panic about going into labor early and not having these things ready but laziness always wins. I'm going to start the freezer meals today though. Mostly because Christopher hasn't had home-cooked meals in a long time and I finally have a kitchen.

Being productive sucks.