32 weeks

I am 32 weeks this week.

Whoa!

Here are my thoughts.

32 weeks = if I drop something on the floor it stays there, unless Brogan is there to pick it up for me.

32 weeks = I sneeze I pee. I cough I pee. I laugh too hard I pee.

32 weeks = I have to pee "so so so bad", then it's a trickle. 45 minutes later, I have to pee "so so so" bad, and it's a trickle.

32 weeks = fat feet.

32 weeks = lots of grunting getting in and out of bed.... usually every 45 minutes on my pee schedule as described above.

32 weeks = 8 more weeks (max) til the baby is here!!!!!

Which brings me to this little funnyness about me....

I remember when I was pregnant with Brogan and getting everything all ready in his room, with his clothes, and stuff and all things baby. I was ready by now, I think. This time, I am sooooo not ready!!! I haven't got one thing ready! And I never understood how mom's that already had children never had things ready for the impending one on the way. I understand now!

I need to move Taylor downstairs, which means move all of our stuff out of the spare bedroom. Then I need to paint Taylor's pink walls something not pink. Then get out all the baby stuff that is stuffed away in my storage area under my kitchen that I can hardly climb into anymore without getting stuck. And that's just the "finding a spot" for the baby stuff. I also have all that other nesting crap going on in my head like clean out the fridge, organize the hall closet, do a giant DI run, clean the window sills.... you know nesting.

So here I am at 32 weeks.

Anyone up for a painting party?