I may POP already!

I am beyond ready to have this baby. BEYOND ready. No, the clothes are not all washed. I still have Christmas shopping to do and gifts to wrap. The hospital bag is not packed. The baby's room is a mess, but I need to have this baby. NOW.

My belly has reached epic proportions. Instead of annoying people asking me if I am expecting twins (this stopped being funny three months ago), someone asked me on Friday if I was expecting triplets. After she asked, this complete stranger laughed in a good natured way that had me imagining if anyone could actually blame me if I had hauled off and smacked her. Just once.

I have outgrown 95% of my maternity clothes. If it was not for my beloved black Gap stretch pants and turtleneck sweater (that I wear every day! EVERY DAY!), I'd be taking the kids out while I was in my pjs.

My bed looks like something from Princess and the Pea. In order to get any sleep, I have slowly added padding upon padding to my side of the bed. This has included a mattress pad, a rolled up down comforter and an extra thick foam cover. My poor husband sleeps three feet below me on his "side" of the bed. (I use the term "side" in its most liberal sense - as he currently gets about two inches to park himself and must use his own blankets lest he dare disturb my carefully constructed sleeping system.)

And speaking of sleep - of which I get none - I am awake every hour. Every hour. When nursing a newborn every two to three hours starts to sound like a blissful vacation, it's time to have the baby. IT'S TIME. (An almost amusing sidenote, besides bathroom trips, baby kicks and hip pain waking me up all night long, I have also started to wake myself up with my OWN snoring. Yep. My own snoring is so loud that I can not even sleep through it. Sigh.)

I can no longer see anything beyond the belly. After an ultrasound last week, Chris informed me that I had icky gel all over the top of my pants. But no matter how I turned or contorted my body, I just couldn't see it. He finally took pity upon me and cleaned me up as best he could.

And then I rewarded him with a hormonal break down to rival all other pyscho moments where I yelled and screamed that we had to get a bed for Brennan now or else! Are we planning on moving Brennan out of the crib and into a bed in the next few weeks? Um, well, no. But it is just one thing that I had in my head that we MUST ABSOLUTELY DO OR I CAN NOT HAVE ANOTHER BABY SO JUST DO IT OR I WILL EXPLODE. And do it now. Please. (I didn't really say please, but I did say thank you when he brought the bed home several hours later.)

I have another ultrasound tomorrow and a doctor's appointment on Wednesday. If I could get down on my knees and beg for an induction, I would. But I have a feeling that I would never be able to get up off the floor again.