28 weeks!

28 weeks means, at the most we have only 10 more weeks left, and that is dependent on a cooperative placenta and baby! I am so very excited, but also getting a little nervous, there is still so much to be done and only 70 days to do it! What is done, you ask? I am packed and Pierce's smallest clothes are ready to be stuck in a diaper bag, along with all the other crazy necessities it says should go to the hospital with me. The list for packing seems a little extreme, we are not moving to the hospital, just vacationing there for a few days. But what do I know, I am just a first time mom! Pierce's room has all of its furniture, except we are still awaiting the glider, and it has wall decor and curtains! Now for the bedding, I am a little slow, I figure I'll need something to do to pass the time on the 29th of December, so why not make bedding the day before! I kid! My goal is to have it done sometime next week and then "VOILA" little man will have his very own room!

Enough about Pierce, let's talk about ME! I am under strict orders to "take it easy," which I thought would be a piece of cake! I had been fantasizing about leading the life of luxury; resting all day with my feet propped up, watching trashy reality TV and starting some new series on Netflix! When Paul was home, he would wait on my every need and there would be no cleaning for this mom to be! Boy was I wrong, there is nothing glamorous about laying around, feeling like pure poo, and your husband telling you not to move, and a whole season of "Keeping Up With The Kardashians" did not even help it. My left hip felt like it was going to break and I would have given anything just to get out and run some errands. All of this just because my little placenta is desperately attracted to cervix, and it would not move away from it! My husband's spawn also adores the left side of my body and to put significant pressure on a large artery, which in turn makes mom nauseous and dizzy along with headaches and blood pressure issues. We have figured out how to get him to move to the other side, but he drifts back to his comfort spot often! I go back to the doctor in a week and we shall see what the outlook is for the next couple of months. He, as well as I, are still growing rapidly and I foresee a chunky monkey in my future! A chunky monkey who, as of today, likes to jam to trashy rap songs such as "Baby Got Back!" He kicked his way through most of the song, or maybe it was coincidental hiccups, but I would like to believe he is gangster, therefore much cooler than his father and I! We thought by naming him Pierce we would for sure have a chess-playing, argyle sweater wearing nerd! Maybe I am growing the next P-diddy!! Hey at least he will make the big bucks!

Survey coming tomorrow and 3D/4D pics!!!