getting ready for baby

June 10th is officially the day! I really had a hard time with the five day delay, but am now feeling somewhat grateful because it gives me some time to get the last baby things I need.. Or do I really need them? I find myself asking these questions with this impending birth...Why do you feel like you need so much stuff even when you know you didn't really use it before. And who knows if this boy is even going to fit in clothing 0-3 months? Isn't 0-3 months for babies that weigh less than 12 pounds? Who knows if he'll be less than that at birth! Or an even scarier question...what if he's like only four pounds? What's my excuse then?- Jesse, Bentley and I went to a matinee of Indiana Jones yesterday. As we were walking in, three migrant workers made elephant noises at me! What's worse-That or whistling? I really can't say... And to make me feel better...I have an official craving. Donuts. I loved them before, and I love them now. But when I pick one up from the gas station, I feel like all eyes are on me. And usually I make the walk (waddle) of shame to my car trying really hard not to take a bite while I feel like people are watching. But once I'm in the car, game on. I'm ashamed to say I've usually finished it by the time I get home. Anyway, back to my original reason for this post: June 10th is the day. I've been working on Bauer's room and it's coming along... but the orange (yes, orange. it looked horrible in that room, but I still stand by the fact that I would have loved it in a bigger room) that I painted in there before keeps bleeding through the brown I've put on top of it. We'll see how that goes... My mom keeps bringing me things like spinach and broccoli on getting regular nightly basis. She saw that I'm taking Tums and she wants me to start drinking apple vinegar instead? I can't wait. My iron is still low.. low enough that I may have blood transfusions before the surgery... which the five day delay has actually turned out to be a good thing, because to get donor direct blood it takes at least a week. But now my mom has been telling me all the people who are willing to donate... Is it me, or is that weird? The secretary from her school will go donate? What do you say? Thanks for your blood? I know it's so nice for people to volunteer, but I don't know what the proper etiquette is on things like gifts of donated blood. And then when you know the people kinda, but you've got their blood in you...it just weirds me out. And did I mention that I made the mistake of letting Bentley watch one of those TLC shows with me. A baby story? One like that... It shows the mom in labor, SCREAMING, and the baby comes out crying. She is now terrified. She's like, "I don't want you to hurt, are you going to hurt?" I tell her no, Mommy just gets the baby cut out and it's all done. She seemed relieved by that. But when Jesse was saying her prayer with her that night she asked that baby Bauer would not cry when he was born-right after she asked for eggs for breakfast the next morning. So it looks like I've got a little time to go buy all the cute stuff that makes you feel as ready as you can, get Bauer's room done, and get some secretary blood.. I can't wait for him to get here! Let's see if he's worth it!!