i have the raunchiest gas ever in the history of gas. i mean, it's not very often that i leave the room because of my own farts. whoo!

i would've posted yesterday but i like to be away from home as much as possible when Jay's out of town. keeps me from driving myself insane. plus, it's creepy out here in the country.

oh, before i forget, because i know i will, i finally lost my mucus plug last night. first, mucus is just an awful word in and of itself. say it. it sounds all kinds of nasty. second, it's just as nasty as it sounds but that didn't stop me from scooping it out of the toilet to get a closer look while i screamed in excitement on the phone to Jay. i kinda wish i hadn't told him because now he's in freakout mode thinking i'm gonna go into labor before he can get back home. i'm like, 'dude, you'll be home in less than2 days [if i actually remember to pick him up from the airport this time]. chill the fuck out.' so, i'm trying to stay in my cool, calm mode at least until the doctor's appointment on tuesday. it was like 8 or 9 days after i lost my mucus plug that i had Z. i'm hoping Ava will hold out at least another week, but 10 days at the most cause daddy will be on leave from work then and i refuse to gain any more weight after that. i am not having an 8+ pound baby; it's just not happening .

i think she's turned but i'm not really sure. the past couple of days, her kicks have been pretty much in one general area, but little babies are so full of trickery and deception so who knows.

here are a few pictures of the nursery. i'm only posting the ones that give you the general scheme of the room because i haven't figured how to keep google and other search engines from caching my blog. people be stealing my shit. also, i have to wait for Jay to get home to take really good pictures because my fingers are fat and i couldn't hold the damn camera steady to save my life right now.

the crib. so stinkin cute. the bedding is microsuede and i like to rub my bare belly against it. it feels so nice.

i was trying to get a corner shot of her name over the crib, the crib, and that corner closet. FAIL.

my ass loves this chair. like WHOA.

the location of 'sweet dreams' was all Jay. i'm still not sure if i like it. everytime i look at it, something feels *off*. i just can't put my finger on it.

it looks so fucking gorgeous though. even with me interrupting every 15 minutes to see how much progress he'd made. i think i cried for almost an hour when he was finally finished. "we're having a baby and it's so beautiful and you didn't let me do anything and i have to pee now!"

we actually had to take the changing table back because one of the legs was unstable and there is no way in hell i was keeping faulty merchandise all up and through here. and i have got to find some curtains to match the valance. at first, i liked it with just that and the mini-blinds but i changed my mind this morning cause i can. i also wonder how much effort [and majorly freaking out] was really necessary to put into just this one little room. i know myself pretty well and i foresee a little chocolate crib making its way to our bedroom once she's outgrown her little bassinet much to the dismay of her daddy.

and now, we wait.

Labels: baby business, my love

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