It's really not so bad...

Hey. Still pregnant. I thought I'd be dying by this point, but I'm actually in pretty good spirits. At my last appointment, I'd only made a little bit of progress, but I wasn't disappointed. My doctor has been out of town all week so I didn't want to have her while he was gone anyway. While things have gotten pretty uncomfortable, I know I'm at most two and a half weeks away from being finished, and I can stick it out. Here are some of the reasons for my positivity:

I just made some baby booties to match her coming home from the hospital outfit. They're so tiny. I'd show you a picture, but then I'd have to take one, and it'll save time (and be EVEN CUTER) if I just wait and take one of HER wearing them.

I have bought what "some people" (Rob) have described as an excessive amount of Halloween apparel for Baby G. I'm sorry, but baby's first holiday stuff is a major weakness for me (Confession: I already have her Valentine's outfit). And I'm so excited to dress up my little Halloween baby.

Our favorite shows are coming back with new seasons the week of my due date. We're pretty stoked for new Modern Family, The Office (although I miss Michael Scott already), and Parks and Recreation. So even if I go past my due date, at least I'll have good TV to watch that day to cheer me up.

Rob finally broke down and let me buy these swaddling blankets I've been wanting for weeks. They weren't exactly a necessity, but I really, really wanted them. And they did not disappoint. They're the Aden and Anais bamboo swaddles, and they are like blankets made of spun clouds, I tell you. I want a giant one so I can swaddle myself with it.

I finally feel like I have enough baby socks on hand. Man, I had a devil of a time acquiring baby socks. There are a shocking amount of super ugly ones out there, and they charge an even more shocking price for like the tiniest article of clothing ever. But I think we're finally good.

My belly has gotten freakishly and comically lopsided. I think she's so big now that she's stuck in one spot, and she really likes to poke her feet out to one side and it is CRAZY looking. And it kind of hurts, seeing as she's a full-sized baby now. But it's funny to watch, and cool to push back against her little poky foot.

Her diaper bag and my hospital bag are both basically packed and ready to go. I'll have to grab a few things to add once we know for sure that it's go time, but I at least have a good start.

I think (fingers crossed) that I will be able to finish up my work in the next two weeks at least to a point where I won't leave anyone totally high and dry. I'm glad I don't really have to stress about that anymore.

Our apartment could always be messier. This is me trying to be optimistic. I'm mad as heck about how messy it is, but can't seem to muster up any energy to clean it. I'm hoping I'll get a final rush of nesting frenzy and get everything in order before we leave for the hospital, but lately that has been thin on the ground. Oh well.

The last of her furniture is ready and will be here sometime this week. Once it's in place, there are only a few finishing touches for the nursery and then I'll probably be ready for its big reveal. I'm really excited about it, and so glad it'll most likely be done before she gets here.

I really think I'm ready (aside from the messy apartment) for my daughter to be born. Ready, I'd say, but not in a negative "I'm so ready to be done" kind of way. I've enjoyed the experience of being pregnant, and I still have things to keep me busy (mostly napping) so I can wait a little longer until she comes. Talk to me in a week, I may be singing a different tune, but hopefully I can keep on keepin' on, or whatever.

Because once my sweet baby is here, life will be so different, and the whole world will be new. So I'm trying to just take things easy and enjoy the final days of my old world. I think it will make the transition a little easier.