The 7 week itch

Hmm, that sounds like some horrible, dermalogical disorder or maybe something you can contract from a loose woman. But actually I'm referring to a different afflication. Of the third trimester kind. Baby Bruddah will be here exactly 7 weeks from today. 7 weeks. In some ways, I am over this pregnancy and the little treats that present themselves the last couple of months- back pains, swollen hands and feet, heartburn, exhaustion beyond belief. But I also know it's easier to care and protect him in utero, rather than out of utero (I'm pretty sure the latter is a medical term). Plus there is still so much left to do before the next little one arrives.

1) Pick baby name. Scratch that. Nag husband some more to pick out some baby names. I'm about to hand the task over to the 2 year old and the dog. And I'm pretty sure Finn's first choice is Elmo. Or maybe Rooster.

2) Buy 50,000 size 1 diapers.

3) Hire baby nurse to change the 50,000 diapers. Ask about whether she provides wet nurse services. What? Some sleep would be nice.

4) Buy myself a push present. My husband's idea of a push present is a 100 year old house that needs constant work and maintenance. I'm thinking of something a little less stressful and sparkly.

5) Teach Scout to walk and feed herself. Her status is about to go from generally ignored to seriously neglected.

6) Come to terms with the fact that no matter how exhausted I am now, it's just gonna get worse.

7) Potty train Finn. I can dream.