Bridger has been battling a runny nose this week. It hasn't seemed to bother him until today when it seems to have turned into nice little cold. I decided to give him orange juice instead of milk today to see if it helped him feel better (it always helps me). When I opened the fridge he wanted both. So, I gave in and gave him both. I thought it was funny that he had to hold two juice cups and his binkie. He finally decided on juice and then tried to get it from another direction. Poor little guy. I hate it when he is sick.
In other news...I went to the Dr. today and she is going to schedule my c-section for March 5th. Its official. Eight weeks from today our baby will be here. I know, its still 2 months away, but 8 weeks sounds so soon. Can you tell I'm getting a little bit nervous? I've really started to "nest". I never did this with Bridger because we moved a month before he was due. I must have gotten it out of my system. Then we were at my grandma's until he was born. Anyway...I have a list about a mile long of things to get done before this baby comes. I am happy to report that this week I have accomplished 2 of them. I cleaned out the cupboards above the washer and dryer and I organized Bridger's closet. These two places had become catch-alls for stuff we didn't know what to do with. It feels good to have two spaces organized. Now if I could tackle the rest of the house. I figure I have a good month before I don't feel like doing anything. It is already getting difficult to bend down...putting my shoes on is a joke. Another problem I didn't experience with Bridger (because it was summer and I wore flip-flops).
2 comments:
That's so cute that he had to hold everything.Gosh I have a cute nephew!! even when he is sick.
Andrea
At least you know when your life is going to get crazy... I've got 7 weeks left til I'm term and live with the fear daily that I'll have this one a four weeks early like I did with Bryson.... it's a whole lot easier to take care of this baby INSIDE my tummy than out here in the big world... As uncomfortable as I am, I'd rather be pregnant six more months!
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