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"40 weeks"

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I don't feel like doing anything, but having a baby right now. 
Where are you beautiful, baby girl?

And unfortunately, I don't have much control over that. I've tried the pineapple, the walking & the other thing, but I feel I must just wait. Luckily, my trips to the bathroom just started tripling the last week. My sleep is disturbed now, but at least I got most the way before this annoyance. So I sleep on & off and then nap on & off. I don't want to cook, but I still want to eat. The predicament of my life. I'm bored. And petrified that I will be at home now & forced to stay intellectually active by my own free will. I'm not super creative, but maybe the situation will make me pick up new hobbies & create new talents. At least moving & trying to keep a baby alive for the first month will keep me slightly active.

My coworkers were awesome & bought me a surprise baby gift - the ERGO baby carrier.
I'm super stoked & excited to go on lots of traveling trips.

More than anything, I want you, baby girl, but in my vanity I also look forward to the following:

Losing the baby stomach & lots of extra fluff that has gathered around it.
Sleeping on my stomach again - or any other way I deem fit
Eating like a normal person without 'no snack' panic attacks
Saving the environment with less toilet flushes
Wearing T-shirts & yoga pants - and all my other clothes again


BTW - I had a dream last night you were a boy & I had to set aside the girl name & the girl clothes & I panicked at the hospital. I think I just dream of things that stress me out.


We're excited for you to enter the world, my love, but the anxiety is seriously the worst.
#herecomesmasschaos
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  1. Mary Jones21 April, 2013

    Good luck you guys! Have erik post photos soon!

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