Am I done yet? Do I want to be?

My belly button is officially inside out. It looks bizarre... and it reminds me of those plastic button things that pop out of the turkey once it's done cooking. So if my belly button is any indication, I'm just about done, too.

My due date is still 4 weeks away, and the general assumption is that first babies tend to come late. If genetics play any role, that won't be the case--my mom's first baby, my older brother, arrived 3 weeks early. So if I follow in her footsteps, that would put me on course to go into labor next week. Hmm... now that it feels so immediate, I'm not sure that I'm ready after all!!!

Shower time!

Yesterday was baby shower day at work. Fun, fun! It's nice to have celebrations like this thrown in at the end of pregnancy when things are getting tough in a hurry.

Although this was a small shower, it's such a relief to have a few basic baby essentials at home now since we haven't really bought anything ourselves yet (except for the occasional moose outfit, which we just can't seem to pass up). And our church is throwing us another shower on Feb 6th, so I'm thinking we'll be pretty well prepared for Perrin's arrival by then (prepared in the sense that we'll have the necessary items to care for the baby; not necessarily in the sense that we'll know exactly what to do with said items).

The countdown begins

At the risk of sounding whiny and ungrateful, I have to admit that I'm ready for this pregnancy stuff to be over with. My ribs and back hurt, my belly is huge and awkward, I'm officially waddling instead of walking, I'm so sick of going to doctors appointments, and I've started experiencing heartburn for the first time in my life. (Want to know what gave me a bad case of heartburn yesterday? Water. That's right... water. Why oh why would WATER give me heartburn??)

The good news is I only have 6 weeks to go (less if Perrin comes early), and only 4 more weeks of working. I'll hang in there. But I apologize in advance if I get really crabby.

Registering

Because some wonderful ladies at my work are throwing me a shower in just a couple weeks, Trey and I finally got around to registering over the weekend. It was a lot of fun, but it was also a little overwhelming. Do you know how many different shapes, sizes, and styles of bottles there are?! And how are we supposed to know what kind we need? I started thinking that I really should have dragged a friend along--someone who already has a baby and could give us some tips. But since I didn't, we had to wing it.

Another issue: Trey insisted that he be the one to control the scanner thingy. (Sort of like the unending remote control battle at home). I relented, but when I got online later to look over our registries, I had to do some editing. (Baby butt paste, really, Trey? What the heck is that?)

Anyway, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we're one step closer to being ready for Perrin's arrival next month. Next month!! I can't believe we're that close to the finish line! Or rather, the starting line.