36 week apt... aka "let the weekly checks begin"
Things I can mark off my list:
I had a La Huerta night with some of my buddies mmmmm
My brother treated me to Copeland's yesterday, om nom nom fatty likeie!
James and I are having Chinese/Thai tonight. Truman is a huge fan of Pad Thai.
Pretty much my life now revolves around food, what I ate, what I'm eating and what I'm going to eat.
Oh yeah and being a parent for the rest of my life, and how shit's getting real.
Shit's getting real...
This pregnancy in reality has been easy, a walk in the park, a breeze... like I said, I'm livestock I'm pretty sure my body is a baby making/popping out factory. Now what about PARENTING!?!?! I'm not scared of going into labor, the pain, the *ick*, the sweating, pushing, bloated beyond all reason thanks to the IV but I am scared of being a eff up parent.
Right now, and for the past ~26 years I've been able to play with peoples babies and HAND THEM BACK. Now, people will be handing this one back to me. "Here he's stinky you fix. Oh he's crying, you fix. You're the milk, you fix." Yikes, responsibility! I know we're going to love the crap out of him, and I simply cannot wait for him to "be here", but I am nervous, there's no point in hiding it. I keep telling myself all you can do is take one moment at a time and handle it to the best of my ability and thank sweet Jesus, James is much smarter than I am and can guide me in the right direction.