I am really starting to feel anxious. The days have slowed down and I am more and more ready for him to be here. Anna had told me that towards the end you would just feel ready and wouldn't necessarily worry so much about how much pain you were going to be in. You just wanted him here already. I didn't quite get that til this week. I'm not sleeping because I either have really bad heartburn and can't get comfortable or I'm up to pee twice a night. And besides that I'm just ready to see his face and get to know him outside of the elbow jabs to my right side.
I've been very fortunate to not miss any work (besides the one day that I had to go to the hospital to have my blood pressure checked - BUT I was in the office that morning) and I've been able to save that time for when Brantley gets here...but oh my gosh it is getting harder and harder to get by big butt out of bed every morning. Thankfully, they aren't clock punchers and as long as I am there by 8:30 and tack on the extra time at the end of the day - no one has a problem with it. Doesn't keep me from trying to get there at 8:00, but it just isn't happening.
I heard about a website called Blurb where you can take your blog posts and pictures and turn them in to a book. I'm thinking I'm going to really try to keep this blog as we go through his "first year" and do that at the end of it. What a cool idea. I just need to learn to be more consistent with updating my blog.
Off to bed with this song playing in the background. This was the song we were listening to when we came up with the name for our son. :) Mine and Craig's song. Love it. Love him.
