Fireworks, Long Days and Furniture.

Well.  The fourth of July was a major dud this year.  Last year we had fireworks (pretty good ones, too) and tons of food and laughter.  This year...not so much.  No fireworks (no one had money for them) and we got a ton of food and hardly no one ate any.  In fact, all the chicken that FIL got had to be made into chicken pot pie...yea.  There's enough pot pie to feed a small country, for a year, if they ate it for every meal.

And my huge preggo butt doesn't want to eat something hot and heavy like chicken pot pie.  Just saying...I can sweat in an air conditioned room.

Today is the first day of Greg's crazy schedule.  I hope they will be able to give him at least one day off in this whole mess.  Which, might be a stretch but I'm hoping.  I know he's doing this so we will have a little extra money for when boo comes but I don't think it's worth working a possible 76 hours a week.

That's a little...crazy.

I think my nesting kicked in.  I'm not going nuts in cleaning, however, I'm definitely in the mind set that I want to get everything together like yesterday.  As of this morning I went through every single article of clothing I received.  And let me tell ya...some of it, I just can't use. (preemie clothes, girl clothes, clothes that I would never want my child to wear...yes...I might be a little picky, but with what I got...I think I was entitled to it just a little bit.)  I went back and forth between what I wanted to do with some of this extra stuff.  I was going to sell the clothes, but I decided just to take it to Salvation Army.  I really didn't get rid of that much.  About 98% of the extra stuff was girls...and it was like size 4...and I'm not sure if I'm going to have another kid...so it was a little pointless for me. 

It also forced me to go through all of my clothing.  I hope I didn't get rid of anything that I could have used.

With this being said...I now have room for my furniture.  To which I wonder...where is it?  Greg and I are going to be buying my glider within the next 2 weeks...very cool.  The dresser we're supposed to be getting we have no idea when she's ready to give it up (and I want it so I can paint it).  And to ask my dad when he's ready to give what he's ready to give has been fruitless.  I called him last night and asked him.  The response I got was kinda funny.  "Well you're not due for another 8 weeks...I got about 7 to get it to you."  Hate to break it to you there, champ, but you don't. 

I don't want to sound ungrateful.  I'm really appreciative of everything I have gotten so far.  However, I want to get things done.  I don't want to wait until the last minute to get my nursery together.  I'm the one who is primarily getting these things done so I want extra time if I slack off a day or two.  I don't want to be in the hospital in labor and freaked out that my nursery isn't ready.

Maybe I'm being a control freak.  And I'm probably being paranoid.  And I'm a-ok with that.

Boo has been on my bladder constantly today.  I've been up (and mobile after not sleeping so well last night) since 6:30 and I've been to the bathroom about...15 times so far?  Yea...he's tiny little 4ish pound body is up against my bladder today and is causing me to litterly run to the bathroom more than once. 

Speaking about Boo...he's totally named already.  I'm not even going to lie.  He has his name picked out.

...And I'm not saying what it is until he's here.  Is it one of the previously mentioned?  Or is it a brand new name?  We will see. :)

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee