35 Weeks

So here's the newest belly picture: This is me at 35 weeks and 4 days. That's my cool camera. It's really spiffy.

Ready

Well today, after a weekend of putting together cribs and dressers and packing the bags, and today going to the hospital to "preregister," I believe that we might be as Michael would put it "Mentally Prepared To Have This Baby." It certainly made me feel an awful lot better to see the nursery with actual furniture in it and to have the paperwork turned in.

So now. . . despite that list of other to-do's, I think we've got the mandatory things done. Baby may come now. It has our permission. ;)

The Words That Freak Me Out. . .

Okay, Mike is on the phone with Rob and yet again, for the second day in a row, after he says "yeah, she's 35 weeks," he gets the standard excited response "WOW, It could happen any time." ANYTIME?

No hospital paperwork turned in, no crib put together, haven't checked the car seat out with the local firemen who will make sure it's alright. Um. . . I'm forgetting how to breathe just thinking about it. Seriously. Of course, then you get the standard come-back from someone else in the crowd. "Or, it's her first, it'd could last another six weeks. . . " SIX WEEKS? Oh my gosh, how big will this baby's head be then? Obviously the answer to that is NOT something I want to hear out loud. Please, please, don't say it!!

Mike and I Together!

Here's Michael and I in Balboa! Seriously, all you non-California people should plan trips out here. It's nice. Very nice.