Everyone always asks if I’ve got the nursery “all set”.   My answer is always yes, because (in my mind) the child has a place to sleep and a place for me to strap him down (bonus that it’s a changing table!  Two tools in one!), so he’d be set if he decided to come tomorrow.  While I’ll admit that I drool over the moms and dads who do their nurseries to the hilt, I’ll also admit that it’s just not high on my list of priorities.  I have better things to do, like stuff my face with Baconators. (Hmmm.. bacony goodness.)

I do have a list of things that I’m trying to get to make the nursery complete.

I have been waiting for this bedset to go on sale from WalMart. (Yes, WalMart.  The store that I believe is funded by Satan himself and openly invite to kiss my lardacious, dimpled ass.  But it’s so pretty and inexpensive!) It matches our crib set perfectly, and the neutral colors make all of the other baby toys (especially the zany crackhead Baby Einstein toys) just POP.

So I’ve been trying to show you these wool shades from Target, but every time I try and save, it tells me that there is no appropriate representation of the post.php on this server.  Make sense to you?  Me neither.  So we will pass on the shades.

Did I sneak a link in there, site?  DID I?!

I love this mobile that Jessica found from IKEA.  It is most definitely Seussian.. it’s got a red and a blue fish there!  Sure, it doesn’t play music or do anything cool, but look at how precious it is!

And, finally, one more thing that I need to complete the nursery:

That sweet boy right there. (Scary thought.. this was taken over TWO months ago.  Imagine how huge he is now!)

Wow.

About a week and a half ago, I was talking to Delle on the phone and I said that, at this point, there didn’t seem to be much difference between labor at 38 weeks and 40 weeks.  What difference will two weeks REALLY make?  She laughed at me and said, “Honey, believe me.. I know you think that it can’t be more uncomfortable than it is right now, but every week from here on out will be exponentially worse than the last.”

I think she was right.  I am dragging serious ass today.  So much so that, when I wandered into Daddy’s office to see if he had any change, he took one look at me and said, “Whoa.  Why are you here?  You should go home.”  This is from the man who didn’t notice when Jenni conspicuously woke up with 6 inches of hair gone and the office shears were mysteriously missing.

And I know I’m not the only one.  Bryan is so exhausted he didn’t put the travel system together last night.  He is one of those “can’t stand for it to be in a box” kinda guys, which is nice.  But our travel system still sits in its box, untouched.  THAT’S how tired he is.

Part of me really hopes that I don’t have the baby until after Thanksgiving so we have some time to rest up.  The other part of me would really like to enjoy the Iron Bowl without fear of heartburn.

Coming later today: my love for Gordon Ramsey.