Too much time on my hands.....

This waiting game stinks. This is day 3 past my due date and I'm losing my mind. Yesterday, Lonnie and I woke up early so we decided to go out for breakfast. This is typically our routine if we happen to wake up on a Sunday morning with nothing to do and no food in the house. After breakfast, we went home for a little bit. Less than an hour later, I was bored. Since I wanted to encourage Gavin to come out and play, we headed to the mall to walk around and window shop. It was nice just getting out of the house and getting my mind off of the fact that I have a stubborn child who will probably live at home until he is thirty. We got home around 2:30 or so and I decided I was going to lay down and take a nap (for lack of something else to do). I woke up around 4 p.m. to a contraction. About 15 minutes later, another one. I didn't want to get my hopes up so I decided to keep "napping." Contractions continued at about 15 minutes apart until around 7 p.m. And then they stopped. I just looked at Lonnie like WTF. I bounced on the exercise ball trying to get them to return, but they didn't. So I went to bed.

At 1 a.m. I woke up to another contraction. I tried to doze off in case it was another false alarm. By 3 a.m. they were coming about 8-9 minutes apart so I went and turned on the tv in the living room and started bouncing on the exercise ball. Around 4 or so, I decided I should probably try to lay back down in case this was the real deal. I needed to rest if I was really in labor. I continued to time them and they continued to be about 8-9 minutes apart until around 8:15 a.m. That was my last contraction. Poof! They were gone again.

False labor sucks. I feel like the boy who cried wolf.

So ready.....

My due date has come and gone :( I'm ready for Gavin, but apparently he's not. On the one hand, no one thought I would make it to my due date. Secretly I want to stick out my tongue at them and say "Take that! I made it to my due date!" (yes, my maturity level has decreased in the past two weeks. Just ask my husband. He'll tell you stories about flying flip-flops and "missing remotes" to prove it.) On the other hand, SERIOUSLY GAVIN! Come out and play already!

I'm over being pregnant. I'm just ready. Ready to meet my little man. Ready to hold his hand and snuggle up on the couch with him. Ready to make eye contact that first time. Ready to look at his face and try to figure out which features he got from me and which ones he got from his daddy. Ready to be a family. Just ready.

Nursery Pictures....finally!

Wow. I've been a real slacker with this little old blog. I can't believe I haven't posted pictures yet of the nursery! Oops! Better late than never.....this seems to be Gavin's philosophy these days since my due date was....YESTERDAY! stubborn. little. baby. I don't know where he gets that from.

Back to the nursery....

Here's some pictures of Lonnie working hard on the crib. And, can you believe I didn't even have to prompt him....he did it without me even asking!

Here's the crib "all dressed up".....I couldn't find any boy stuff that I liked that looked babyish. So I went with something a little more modern. And, I finally have a use for the rocking horse that my grandpa made me.

And, last, here's the changing table and cabinet. My mom and I painted letters with Gavin's name to hang up.

Now, all we need is a baby!