Thursday, September 23, 2010
he wants to bowl with the gangstas
This is Chewie's new favourite song.
How do i know this? Because the second we get in the car he says; "I want White and Nerrrrdy Mama"
Or if we're sitting at the dinner table: "I want White and NEerrrrdy Mama!"
So, this song has been getting serious PLAY at my house. And when Chewie bobs his little head and sings along... ".....NERRRRDY!........NERRRDY!!......" it's too frikkin' cute.
He's getting more and more hilarious every day, and more and more conversational. It's hard to remember that he used to be a baby that did nothing but eat sleep and poop.
Really, though, this post is to distract me from the fact that i'm at 30 1/2 weeks right now. Only a hop skip and a jump from where i was when i delivered Chewie...so early. I'd be lying if i said i'm not TOTALLY freaked out. I am.
And it's made even worse by the fact that the past couple of weeks have been very uncomfortable. Last night before bed my stomach clenched and was hard as a rock! Braxton Hicks? and then early this morning, i woke up to crampy type pains on the right side of my belly, and today i am extremely puffy. So i'm chugging down the water, and trying to breathe and not think about it.
I have to focus on November 7th. That is the magic date - the date where i'm allowed to deliver at home... in water... as per my birth plan.
As we've not decided whether or not Artoo will be our last baby, there's always the thought of "This is it! This is the last time" for all these things. I just want to have a normal delivery. I don't want to look back and think that both times i did this i failed.
Okay, i know i didn't fail - that my body got Chewie out before things got really bad, but it's hard to go to that place when you're already emotional.
So, Dear Artoo.... Please hang in there buddy. Just for 6 1/2 more weeks. Then you can come! Okay? For mama? Thanks.