It still hasn't 100% sunk in that I'll have a third baby soon, but I just had a mini freak out when I looked and saw it's only about 3 weeks until my EDD according to my midwife. Then I felt a little better because I know I'll have a few extra weeks to prepare... but that's still only a long month!
My house is still a gigantic mess, although I'm hoping to get the bedrooms in shape over the weekend. And I'm still clueless on his name. I'm liking Harrison more and more, but I still want to call him Harvey so it seems dumb to not name him that. And shit, he might just not have a middle name. He'll have tons of clothes though! Tons and tons! If I ever get them washed.
I'm sitting here eating a 5 pound bag of baby carrots right now, disappointed every time I bite into one and it doesn't taste like chocolate. But my midwife was not as impressed by my 7-pounds-in-3-weeks weight gain as I was, so I need to lay off the sweets a little. I'm like The Juggernaut! Except I bust through pans of brownies and pant sizes instead of walls.
It's time for September to be here.