We've officially reached the point in this pregnancy where it's pretty much go time. At our OB appointment this week baby boy was head down and at "station two." Also, I'm 2 cm dilated (insert wide eyed emoji here). This is when the midwife gives you the classic "he can come in a week or five weeks" talk. I love that talk... Don't you pregnant mamas??? It has a marvelous way of giving you false hope that you may be out of your misery sooner rather than later and at the same time making you feel like you're going to just keep ballooning into infinity. It just makes me want to have a tantrum and lord knows we have enough of those around here as it is.
So instead I do what any somewhat sane woman in her third trimester does - I nest my bum off. I'm packing my hospital bag today and I even bought an embarrassingly large package of those Hanes granny panties so y'all know I mean business!! The moses basket is due to be delivered by the end of this week and I'm going to pick up a few more newborn diapers next time I'm out. The time that I'm not nesting I spend in my closet having serious/threatening conversations with my maternity clothes and warning them that "winter is coming" as in it will be just a few weeks before they are put away never to see the light of day again... Ok, so I'm being a bit dramatic but can you blame a girl for missing wearing something that actually has a defined waist?? Until then I can be found wearing this dress. Because it feels like pajamas and that's pretty rad.