All right gang, we are rounding up the last week of this pregnancy! I have literally, just a few days away to meeting this baby. (If he or she had been on the same schedule as Miles, they would have came last week. I’m very thankful that wasn’t true this time around.) This pregnancy has probably felt like forever for anyone listening in to this blog or my twitter considering I shared the news super early. I found out we were expecting on Thanksgiving morning, told our family at lunch that day and then the world found out in our Christmas cards (and blog) a few weeks later. So since I’ve been talking, tweeting, and blogging about expecting this little soul forever, I thought I would give a little nine month visual wrap up, thanks to my iphone and the occasional real camera. Oh, and if you are curious, that first belly pic in the blue shirt starts us out on January 13th. (Kinda funny how the toilet paper tube in most of these photos makes an appearance at varying stages, huh?)

I mentioned in my last post that we took some belly pics at the studio the other day, so here’s me at 38 weeks and 5 days. The next time I’m in the studio will be to photograph our little guy or girl! (Thank GOD! The non-airconditioned flights of stairs at the studio about KILLED me. WHEW!) It feels pretty egotistical to put all these photos of myself up on the blog, but I realize that once King baby 2.0 is here, i’ll probably not be showing my face for a while. Which, BTW, John and I JUST realized today how DUMB it is that we don’t get shots of me and Miles together when we are at at the studio. DUH!

My crazy curly hair has come out of hiding and shown itself. This is what my hair does when left to it’s own devices. My friends all LOVE it. I seriously hate it. I feel like such a mess when I wear my hair curly. Pretty soon I’m going to need to embrace it because it takes FOREVER to flat iron my hair and a newborn just won’t be having that.

When Miles was born, I was so tired that all the photos of me for weeks my eyes were half closed. It’s really weird looking. Well, by the looks of this photo, I’m already starting that trend.

So the baby could come any minute. How crazy is THAT?! I am having a bit of difficulty letting go of control. I’m so wanting to wipe the whole house down with Mrs. Meyer’s soap and dang it all, I still have a TON of stuff on my nesting list, but alas, cleaning and doing projects with a 3 year old in the house is like shoveling during a blizzard so stuff is going to inevitably go undone. Oh and of course, my body can’t keep up with all that I want to do, so I am trying to chill. John is the constant nesting list police, making sure only stuff that is HP (aka high priority) gets done. So he’s the voice of reason, which, bless him, to look crazy me in the eye and say no to my inane requests is pretty brave these days.

Oh, and why is that brave? Well, I go from being normal and patient me to Kate Gosselin pretty quickly. It’s kind of scary how out of control you are of your emotions and mood when you are prego. Somedays, I get sick of hearing my own voice, when I’m in “Kate” mode. (Kate mode= Stern, wenchy, and bossy; constantly belting out terse instructions to your child and husband.) Thankfully it only comes and goes and I’m not in it for very long. I do get afraid that the new bossy and wenchy side of me will be here to stay when I’m a mom of two and not just a by product of being pregnant and hormonal. Hopefully I’ll even out pretty soon, for the sake of all of us.

Here’s another example of feeling out of control: This time when I go to have a baby, instead of leaving my house to sit empty, there will be someone there babysitting Miles while in the hospital. I can’t control how clean the house is while I’m away or all the tiny little details that go into running your house or taking care of your child. (And I swear, I’m not even an uptight mom/housekeeper!) I’m just hyper-focused on the details right now. I told John the other day, “Make sure when you bring Miles to the hospital, that you dress him in something cute.” John looked at me and said, “Ummmmm, something cute…Like, what?” So I sigh and try to explain to my husband the difference between crap clothes and cute outfits and realize that this is something that is filed under the LP (aka low priority) category in my husband’s brain. I know he’ll try his best, I need to just chill and LET GO. I’m sure I’ll be crazy happy to see my boy, even if he’s wearing sweat shorts and a crappy T shirt. (Though I just mentally put “set cute hospital outfit out for John” on my mental to do list.) John is so zen, that his brain isn’t cluttered up with worrying about the difference between a cute shirt and a crappy one. I’m often jealous of this trait of his.

Ok, I could go on and on about all the crazies floating around in my brain right now as we anticipate King baby 2.0. I’ll shush for now. I’m praying for peace and letting go of the small stuff as we have these last days of our family of three. It all really doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I’m sure that realization will sink in once I see that precious baby. One of the things that is most fun about these days is when one of us will stop in our tracks and say, “OMG, we are going to have a baby! I’m so excited!”

Gotta run, thanks for hanging in there with this nutty post!