Week 39. Silence is golden.

This week we're at 39 and truckin' on toward our due date... holy crap. Shit is about to get real... Seriously, the woman typing these words out right now is going to become someone different as soon as Vanson is born. For some reason that is totally blowing my mind right now...

Such a trippy feeling...

So... I've also been holding onto a little gem... I think it's safe to break the news now... we've found a home in Washington. Looks like we'll close at some point this week (Just in time for Vanson to be due) and then we'll move and get the home I own ready to sell. Not to mention this home in Washington needs some work. It's important to think of these things in small bites because let me tell you... thinking about all of this at once is a little overwhelming... 

pretty much.

Moving right along... I think what I'm going to choose to focus on right now is being excited to get Vanson's nursery ready and getting our bedroom ready. Speaking of which, I got Vanson a little night light... and ok, fine, I got a nightlight for ME. I realize he won't actually need/use it for quite sometime, but damn its cool! It's made by a company called Boon and it has these three little columns that light up and change colors with these glow in the dark balls that sit in them. You can take the little balls out of the columns and they glow on their own! It's SO cool!!! Check it out:

I set it up in the store because the ladies wanted to see how it worked.

Cycling through the colors in the dark

Glowing Balls! 

So, as the weeks go by and Vanson's time in the womb is getting shorter and shorter I've noticed a couple of things... he's dropped for one. I tell ya, I've never even imagined what it might feel like to get my vagina sucker-punched from the inside (because why would I?) but let me tell ya, I now know what that feels like. 

He's a black-belt I swear.

Also, I'm back to being really tired again. Yesterday I napped twice AND slept all night. Here it is 9:30 pm and I'm already looking forward to hitting the hay. (I'm so proud of myself too because I didn't even nap today!) --my my how things have changed already. Also, strangely, all I want is silence. I want things to be quiet and calm. I'm not sure if this is coming from some animalistic part of me that knows quiet will soon be a thing of the past... but all I want is a calm, quiet environment. 

On a serious note though... I am getting a little freaked out about how all of this is going to go down. I realize women birth babies all the time, I get that. But I also get that sometimes things don't always go as planned, sometimes things aren't as easy as they should be. I don't want anyone to have to be elbow-deep in me... The focus of course is that he arrive safely, and hopefully that means he just slip 'n slides on out.

Weeeee!!!

Did I mention tomorrow is our first anniversary? Did I also mention my husband asked me if we had anything going on because he wanted to go fishing? (sigh) He then realized that probably wasn't a very good idea and added "I don't have anything sweet planned for you." 

I'm going to bed.