We still have just under eleven weeks to go until Baby Boothe Arrival Day. Already, this baby is already creating her own gravitational pull. Even though I was never the most graceful person in the world, I find myself tripping and bumping into things more than ever.

High heels have been retired; flat shoes, sneakers, and tennis shoes only need apply.

(Please excuse the poor photography. I was working with the mirror, my cell phone camera, and myself in a small space.)

AND you can see it from the front now!

Oh! Let’s cut to semi-relevant movie quotes from a classic, “So I Married an Axe Murderer”:

Stuart Mackenzie: Look at the size of that boy’s heed.
Tony Giardino: Shhh!
Stuart Mackenzie: I’m not kidding, it’s like an orange on a toothpick.
Tony Giardino: Shhh, you’re going to give the boy a complex.
Stuart Mackenzie: Well, that’s a huge noggin. That’s a virtual planetoid.
Tony Giardino: Shh!
Stuart Mackenzie: Has it’s own weather system.
Tony Giardino: Sh, sh, shh.
Stuart Mackenzie: HEAD! MOVE!

What? Can’t that be relevant to the growing size of my stomach? No? Okay. Hopefully somebody other than me found that reference funny.

Most of the time, eleven weeks feels so far away. Consider: the big belly, just getting bigger (eek!). Or the fun pregnancy symptoms, like body ache, swollen hands/feet, endless fatigue and attempts to get comfortable… Or just with trying to finish the school year as well as I possibly can with the many limitations placed in front of me.

BUT- we are starting to get down to the wire. Things to get, rooms to clean, plans to make.

We even went to a childbirth class offered through the hospital yesterday. It was a beautiful day, perfect temperature, and we were stuck inside from 8:30 am – 5:00 pm practicing breathing exercises, learning to swaddle, watching videos about various birthing situations, medicine/surgery options, and breastfeeding. Woohoo. I think the highlight of the day was the end when we got to tour the maternity wing of the hospital.

By the way, if you can choose between having an eight hour class in one day, or having it split two hours over four days, CHOOSE THE FOUR DAYS! You just can’t absorb it all in one sitting. It’s too much and too long.  I’ve read multiple books about pregnancy, delivery, and infant care in the last several months, and I was still overwhelmed, tired, and muddled by the end of the day. (For Jared, it was a complete crash course of what to expect, other than what I’ve regurgitated to him from my books that he only halfheartedly was listening to anyways…)

As the deadline approaches, there’s just more and more to do before we can welcome this little one into our family. Really, we are more excited than ever. (Except for those moments that we go, “What the heck were/are we thinking?! We are going to be in charge of an actual living, breathing baby in less than three months!?”)

Let’s hope we get it all done before she gets here.