Fight Night

Well this was our last weekend before the baby comes.  Our friend Reiko from Las Vegas came to visit on Thursday and left today.  We got to hang out and go to the mall, get facials, and just have girl talk, while Ryan was working.  It was really nice for us to have someone here we have known for several years, and really great to see her.

So on Saturday night we went to watch the MMA fights.  Ryan's friend came with us and we had a great time.  It was so exciting, none of us, except Ryan's friend whose name is also Ryan, had ever seen the fights live only on TV so it was quite an adventure. We can't wait to do it again. 

Reiko brought up a gift for the baby some little onsies, two pant sets, and a diaper bag,

and Aunt Trish sent up a gift as well, some really cute clothes and an adorable picture frame with wooden hanging frames and magnets that attach to them with "firsts" on them like first haircut etc.  It is so cute and will be so fun to hang them out and enjoy each moment. 

Thank You Dave and Trish !

The DATE!

Finally, Finally, Finally, we have a date, and we can sleep  (yeah right).   Our Baby boy will be born on Sept 30th (unless I happen to go into labor before that).  We are having a scheduled C-Section, and we are both so excited we can hardly think straight. Only a week away!!!!!!!!  We are trying to get all our loose ends caught up this final week: wash the bottles and find a place for them, set up the guest bath, install the car seat, pack baby bag, pack our bag, set up the changing station and portacrib in our room, purchase a video camera, grocery shopping and food inventory, schedule a pedicure, manicure, and facial, (probably wont get another for a while), and Ryan has rescheduled all of his patients and taken the time off.  WOW ONE WEEK! In one week our lives as we have know them will be over, and our new lives now as three will begin. 

We received several packages this last week, Luke and Deanna sent up some onsies, an adorable bath robe and washcloths, and a Target gift card, which we used to purchase a wipe warmer, baby hangers, and a baby scheduler.   Arica sent up a wonderful gift for me, that I have already started using, it will be a big help throughout the next year, and as most of you know I love to have everything planned! We also received a package from Shannon Pitchforth a beautiful crocheted blanket (his first homemade blanket which I am soooooo excited for him to have and be able to keep and treasure, and it is so soft).Thanks to everyone!!!!!!

The Fun Part

Wait, what?  Well it's here like a ton of bricks.  Everyone said the last month is the worst.  "Just wait"  how many times have I heard that.  It can't get that bad I thought.  However it's amazing how you pass that mark, the last countdown and things begin to change drastically.  The baby runs out of room in your ever stretched out tummy.  Head down and pushing every liquid to the brink of leaking out at any time. ( or so it feels like)  How is he not folded in half when I sit down? Seriously the process still amazes me everyday.  Those hands and feet protruding inches above your tight tummy. (terrifying is the word that comes to mind during those moments)  How does the skin not break open?  I feel like Bella in Breaking Dawn with the "alien creature" trying to break out at any moment :)  Last night I slept well considering I had to get up and go to the bathroom five times, no joke, five times.  I think that's a record for me.  I keep getting the " you look tired" comments from people.  My response..."I miss coffee" And I really do, however I'm not sure it would help with the dark circles, and puffy eyes, I certainly don't feel as tired as I look.  Yesterday i was at Costco, when one of "those kicks" happened.  I didn't realize I had grabbed my side and obviously made a wincing face, until a lady came up to me grabbed my arm and asked if I was OK.  How embarrassing.  I told her I was fine, and explained it was just a hard kick.  I  hadn't realized that other people could see me, it's amazing that I can be in public and yet be totally involved in my own pregnant world.  I can just imagine what I looked like to her, one of those people in labor and out shopping, just waiting to fall down and cause a scene because they were too stubborn to go home and lay down.  That's what her face said to me anyway. I didn't think I was going to get swollen.  Why?  I'm not sure, just thought I'd luck out of that one.  But I'm down to necklaces and earrings for flare.  I don't even want to pull my hair back, I need it to cover my chubby cheeks and wide nose, and double chin.  Rings are no more and even shoes are iffy depending on the shoe.  Mostly in tennis shoes, I need the support and comfort really.  I thought I'd be the girl that wore her heels to the hospital, but to no avail, again I'm only human and very very pregnant.