The oven's on warm.

A week ago when I came home for lunch I yelled out, "Did you know I hit full-term on Tuesday!?" Thanks to the baby emails I signed up to receive last month I'm a little more in-the-know on my progress than I was before. Jake yelled back "Congratulations! You just finished growing yourself a baby! Now all you have to do is put the oven on warm." 

I'm posting this a little late I've only got about a week left. My friends have helped us prepare by doing an amazing shower and giving me helpful baby things and words of wisdom. My family is having a baby shower tomorrow so we'll just fill in the gaps from there. This whole baby thing makes me feel like baby companies take advantage of us new moms who don't know anything because we have no experience. There's SO much baby stuff out there. Instead of buying a bunch of crap we don't need we're going to buy it as the need arises. Dumb idea? We'll see.


If you didn't get an invite yet it's because I'm a dummy and forgot to mail one to you. But consider yourself invited, especially if you want to rub my budda belly for good luck and just hang out and eat food.

Latest stats about Nesbita:

She likes raspberries from our yard... especially when put in ice cream.


While we were in South Dakota a couple weeks ago she got nicknamed "baby nugget", "b. nugget", or "b.nuggz" (for more street cred) by the Nesbit clan. Since Jake and I have been calling each other nugget for the past year or so it seemed right that the baby should also have the family name.


The Doc. estimates she weighs 6lbs 3oz which means she's 6 days small. Small? That's ok I guess, all the easier to get her out. Things are progressing normally all in all. I haven't had contractions, fake or real... unless trapped gas that hurts like the dickens ends up being a contraction. I can't tell.


She's got herself a mullet says the ultrasound tech. Nesbit's have a history of hairy babies so I guess we'll see how lady-like she looks. I'm preparing myself for a purple gorilla at first... and then maybe a baldy for the next 2 years.


So far, everything's good. I'm pretty nervous... my logic says it'll be fine and we'll handle everything as it comes, but the pregnant crazies has me feeling completely inadequate and completely freaked out. 


Luckily the pros outweigh the cons and I'm excited to meet her and find out what she's going to be like. I feel like I already know her in some ways and she's a complete mystery in others. I'm trying to remember that whenever life progresses it's scary but how lame would it be if we did the same thing everyday forever. As much as I enjoy my job and hanging out with Jake right now if I think about nothing ever changing for the rest of my life it's pretty depressing. It seems crazy that so many people in the world never want to have kids and just want to build their career.