30 Weeks!

Good morning blogettes!  I hit the 30 week mark over the weekend and I think I'm still a little in shock that we only have 10 weeks until Baby Boy arrives.  I told Sparky that I wanted a birthstone cross in remembrance of BB's birth, but my mom made a good point this weekend: there's always the chance that BB will be here in January.  Both Sparky and I were early, but Dr. N. has given us no indication that BB will follow suit.  My first internal exam is in four weeks so I guess we'll know more then.

In the meantime, I think I've hit the nesting stage.  I can find no more exciting way to spend my days than organizing my house.  All of my thoughts revolve around hanging nursery decorations and putting together baby stuff and setting up the formal dining room to look like something other than a storage place for boxes.  I know I'm driving Sparky nuts with my incessant need to have EVERYTHING done NOW.  He's told me I have to make a priority list, and that the stroller doesn't have to be assembled this minute.  I'm hosting DD's shower on December 22, so as long as the dining room looks presentable, the nursery is finished, and the game room more than a storage area by that date, I'll be happy.  (that sounds like quite a list, I'm aware).

My wonderful mom and I spent all day Saturday returning repeat shower gifts and buying things to organize the nursery.  We now have a crib mattress and a cute little toy chest.  I didn't realize how much storage I would need, but after seeing all of our shower gifts, it was painfully obvious that I was grossly understocked in the basket department.  A trip to Home Goods later, and all baskets had been purchased, along with a cute little table for beside my glider (the as of yet unassembled glider residing in my formal storage area dining room, not that I'm obsessing...). 

I can't wait to post finished pics of the nursery. BB's monogram has had issues, but I should have it up on the wall by the end of the week!  I also have a cute idea for a 30 week bump pic, but I forgot to get Sparky to take a picture this weekend, so pic forthcoming of that as well. 



so far, no monogram on wall



inside of crib. polka dot sheets, stripe crib skirt, breathable crib bumper. The yellow giraffe was Malachi's



While all of these things are wonderful and make me so incredibly happy, I finally broke down and made myself an appointment with my therapist for this afternoon.  I started seeing him over three years ago, and he's the reason I was able to go off of my anxiety meds and work through some issues that I had held onto for a while, but I haven't needed to see him since the summer of 2009.  I need to be able to cope with the anxiety that this pregnancy has brought and with my fears about the baby.  Sparky doesn't know how to help me, and I think I scare him when I tell him I'm scared about the baby's movements, etc.  Therapy is a struggle for me because I hate admitting that I need help and that I can't take care of everything on my own.  I'm sure I'll contemplate cancelling the appointment a hundred times today because right now, I feel fine.  But I will go this afternoon and hopefully come away with a little more strength than I have right now.

And following therapy, a class on breastfeeding until 8:30 tonight. I hope they don't expect pregnant women to go until 8:30 without eating!