Getting Ready

It's amazing how much things change with each pregnancy. The love, anticipation, anxieties...those all remain, but you grow a little more reasonable (I'm pretty sure my hospital bag was packed at 27 weeks with Emma), life is a bit more hectic, and it's just different.
The past few days I've been realizing the reality of how quickly this baby's arrival is coming. I know I still have plenty of time (I'm 33 weeks, 2 days) but other than pulling out the bin of boy clothes, I've done nothing to really prepare for this baby. Poor little guy still doesn't even have a name! No diapers, nursery not ready, clothes aren't washed, no bags packed, no plan for the other kids, Oy vey.
This week I'm planning a target run with a friend due a few days behind me to stock up on the necessities. I'm also hoping to get Colson moved to his big boy room in the next week or two so I can start getting the nursery newborn ready. My nesting instincts are needing some order and plans and organization...,and a name wouldn't hurt. :) but at the same time, I am much more aware this time around that at the end of the day, it'll all work out. We'll have a baby, the other kids will be well taken care of, and the little guy won't mind if his onesies aren't organized in the right spot.
So I'll do my best to get everything ready over the next couple weeks and try my best to not stress over the small stuff. Easier said than done :)

Oh hey

Dear Blog,
Remember me? I kinda suck at keeping up with you. Don't take it personally. I'm equally bad at washing windows and cleaning out the fridge. It's not you...it's me.
Love,
Stranger Danger

Dear Baby coming soon,
7 weeks? Yikes. You are coming way too fast and not soon enough all at the same time. Please be kind on your momma and come right around your due date (maybe a bit early), be an easy baby and fill us in on what to name you. K thanks.
Love,
Your crazy mom

Dear firstborn son,
Stop climbing on everything and touching everything you shouldn't before I lose my mind. I can't even think about handling you and a newborn without sprouting gray hair. On the other hand, your talking? Is too much cute for words. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Love,
Mama

Dear Fleas,
Be gone in the name of Jesus. From our house (thankfully you almost are), from my husband's work clothes, from the dog, from the yard, from my life. You make me hate farm life. And when momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Cold regards,
The vacuum lady

Dear everyone reading this blog,
Don't think I'm a filthy housewife bc we've dealt with fleas. You try living on a dairy farm with a husband who comes in and out multiple times a day and then talk to me. I clean all the time. No judgies.
Love,
The inconsistent blogger

Dear baby weight,
Not too much more ok? And please be gone really fast and turn into lean muscle while you're at it. Great.
Love,
The pregnant lady sneaking cookies

Ok my family needs lunch so I guess that's enough for today. See ya in a few months for a baby announcement. :)