33 weeks, 4 days. Approximately 6-7 weeks to go - or to be more exact, 45 days until D-Day. When it's broken down that way, it seems so close. Dang.
Last weekend, my dear friend Holly threw me a surprise baby shower! I was expecting lunch with her at this cute little new restaurant but instead, I had friends and family waiting there for me to celebrate. It was truly one of the happiest times of my life. I am so indebted to her for the time and effort she put in to make this day so special for me. Between the cake, the games, the lunch...it was just too much. The shock took days to wear off. Everyone was so incredibly generous. We got tons of loot - clothes (our son will never be naked!), wipes, a diaper bag, our bedding set, blankets, an exersaucer. The list goes on and on.
If anyone wants to see a slideshow of pictures from the shower, click here .
The nesting instinct that has been lingering for over a month has now officially manifested itself inside me. I have an intense desire to clean the house and finish the nursery, even if I have several weeks in which to get it all together. I've ordered the changing table/dresser combo and the glider, both of which should be arriving in early July. Mainly, I wanted an excuse to wash all of his clothes and fold them 197 times. And a place to sit and dream about holding my baby. We've painted the wall letters and most of the wall decor. Just in need of some wall putty to hang them up. I've set up an appointment for a meet 'n greet with a pediatrician on Wednesday night. I've made a list of what I need to pack in my hospital bag. And I've made sure our carseat fit in both of our vehicles. Amazingly, the Graco SafeSeat fit in DH's 2-door Civic. It took a little maneuvering but we made it work. We're making progress.
The proof is in the pudding and I have evidence that I haven't really been slacking: