This week I’m hoping + praying that Baby L makes his grand entrance. Otherwise I’m going to lose my mind.
I believe that Baby L is well worth the wait. But daaaang, is it killing me that he’s taking his time to get here!
I’m addicted to keeping the floors clean. Like, obsessively clean. Especially the kitchen floor. It’s driving me crazy to step on anything. So I’ve been sweeping and vacuuming like a crazy person.
I wish that people would respect that they’ll be notified when Baby L is born. Cause by every afternoon last week, after dozens of calls and texts, I would break down and cry. I hated having to tell everyone “No, he’s not here. Yes, I know you’re disappointed. But we are even more disappointed.” 🙁
I’m happy to have a husband who accepts why I’m neurotically cleaning the house and who will hold me when I cry. He’s amazing and I can’t wait to see him with our baby for the first time!