Gettin' there...

After going almost my entire pregnancy with nothing to show for the new baby but a round belly, I finally got some gear! I am beyond happy - clothes, sheets, and blankets are washed and folded, car seat and stroller are purchased, (Quick side note: I'm obsessed with my stroller. Who knew a stroller could make me so excited?!) the coming-home outfit for baby is picked out (which was not easy! Gender-neutral clothing is hard to come by) and my hospital bag is mostly packed.

Those few but very important details were giving me so much stress. Now I can take it a little easier. I have a feeling I'm going to go within the next two weeks, which will put me right at Sebbie's birthday......he thinks it's cool that the baby could be born on his birthday. I know better and am hoping for at least one week in between the two. So I also have a party to plan, too! Yikes!

I'm having contractions about every other day - not enough to send me to the hospital, but enough for me to cringe with pain and wonder if "this" is the moment they'll really begin. It's scary. I always go 3 weeks early, so this is too soon. I'm barely at 34 weeks. I'm kinda getting tired of all the what if it's now feelings. Like....

We went camping this past weekend and I nearly gave Bobby a heart attack when I started having a few contractions. We were literally in the most remote camping spot ever, and all he could think about was having to drive 30 minutes down the extremely bumpy road in the dark, just to get to the freeway just to get to the nearest hospital another hour away. I was so glad the contractions stopped. That would not have been a cute story to tell one day. At all.

But camping was fun (my first time) and even though my raging hormones still make me a total biyatch sometimes, everyone seemed to have a good time. The kids definitely did. Sebastian, especially. That boy was totally in his element and I loved seeing him so free and happy chopping wood and throwing log after log into the fire. He played horseshoes for the first time and was ever so proud every time he'd make a "ringer."

I was so glad we went. We never went camping as kids, and it's such a great experience - especially for boys. Not saying girls won't or don't love it, there's just something so rugged about the experience that I think little boys in particular can appreciate.

We were so remote and it was so peaceful...

Clemmie and Tina

Sebastian the horseshoe "master"

My Bobby taking break from the game.

My nieces Panda and Shaela hanging out with me while the rest of the crew played horseshoes. Bobby taught Shaela some chords and she was practicing here - she's got natural music ability. Lucky!!

Making breakfast! Thanks Dad and Tina!

Trying for a kiss.

With the flower he gave me. In a cupful of dirt so it wouldn't "die."

Woofie was soooo happy.

My boy hard at work.

But it was more like play to him. :)

So now it's a waiting game. Waiting, relaxing, destressing as much as possible...

Trying my best to enjoy this time in my life - the last time I'll be preggo.

Bittersweet but at the same time absolutely perfect.