March 30?

She did it again!

I'm thinking she is trying to send a message...maybe she will be born on 3-30. That's her cousin's birthday so maybe she wants to be cute like that.

I had my 39 week appointment yesterday and when the midwife walked in she said, "Oh no! You look like you're about to cry!" and handed me about 3 tissues. I wasn't about to cry. I guess the bloodshot eyes and stuffy nose threw her off. I told her I just don't sleep much (hence the blog post at 4am). And she went about her business. I wonder if a lot of women cry at their 39 week appointment...

Her business was pretty much telling me her head was still high as Mars and she wasn't ready to come yet. SO I made my 40 week appointment for March 30. Which is after my due date. Which almost made me go back for those tissues. Not really. But, I am just so ready to meet her!

Therefore I'm re-doing our hall closet into a nook/faux mudroom thingie. Why? Because I'm crazy. Mom and Andrew just look at my huge self like I'm crazy as I stand on a chair to paint. Don't judge! It must be done!

I also think Andrew is getting the brunt of my frustrations. I realize she won't stay in there forever but I'm just so impatient! We have been ready for her for over 2 years and my patience is just gone. I was hurting a lot right before bed last night and poor Andrew touched me as I was brushing my teeth and I'm ashamed to admit that I totally snapped at him not to touch me. I'm becoming that woman! Help!