Two more weeks!

My due date is in exactly two weeks. My doctor thinks I'll make it, so I've kind of chilled on the "OMG, I could go into labor at any moment!" front. Still in the back of my mind, of course, but two weeks is close enough. With Bobby's hellacious job situation, I decided to induce the Monday following my due date if I haven't gone already. Maybe the experience won't be as natural as I might prefer, but I'll take that over having to do it without my best friend to hold my hand. He'll have that whole week off, which will make bills squishy, but (again) not really any better options.

My appointment yesterday went well. I'm dilated 1 cm (same as last week) and the baby is about 6ish lbs. I talked to my doctor about whether or not induction would make a c-section more likely and when the optimal time for my epidural is and I'm actually feeling pretty good about my options. I'm still concerned about the episiotomy/tearing possibilities, but there's not really anything I can do about it. I suppose I should start thinking about packing a bag for the hospital before I get even more ungainly and sluggish, but I'm not a master procrastinator for nothing.

There are still a few things I need to acquire, and I haven't really finished in the baby's room, but it's really about all I can do to be awake and get some food in my tummy. I slept until 10:30 this morning, but I have been yawning ever since. Just thinking about getting some stuff around the house done makes me feel exhausted. I am feeling less sick, at least.

Insurance. Thinking about insurance makes me want to cry. If I don't hear from the guy I've been in contact with over the last couple of years, I'm going to find someone else. I have to have insurance go into effect on December 1. It has to. I am going to call United and find out what I have to do to add a kid for a month and then cancel. I've been forgetting to do it for 2 weeks, so here I go. Right. Now.

Icebergs

Okay, it was just going to be antarctic nursery, but I found an adorable pictures of narwhals (and a merbunny, oddly enough) on esty.com, so now it's a POLAR nursery. I posted a bunch of photoshopped ideas on facebook for feedback, but now I don't think I'll use any of them. Still, I'm pretty excited about it all. Perhaps I'm finally nesting?

Cravings

I've definitely started craving sweet things. Last night I dragged Bobby (and he brought the camera) to the store for dessert. We got chocolate bavarian cream pie, bananas, banana pudding ice cream, chocolate syrup, apple pie, and whipped cream. And then I put some of each on a plate, and we ate it. I'm going to go into a diabetic coma, I'm sure. Bobby's trying to act like a martyr to my pregnant cause, but he enjoyed it as much as I did.

I think I've finally figured out what I want to do with my nursery. I've been drawing a blank for months, but I posted a link to a song about ducks (Sinister Ducks!) on Facebook the other day, and my grandma wanted to know if that was my theme. I thought about it a second, and said, "My nursery theme is.. umm, icebergs." And it is. Kind of. I've found penguins for the walls, and everything is white and blue (or maybe green..). So it's not the most conventional of nursery themes, but I'm not the most conventional of moms, either.