Almost Done, Baby Girl

Got a date for my C-section, and it is close.  Only about two more weeks.  I'd post an exact date, but I must worry about baby thieves.  (No, really, just another thing for me to fret about.)  It can't come soon enough.  I've been so miserable lately that I break into random tears at times.  Today everything hurts and I can't do what needs to get done and I just wish it were all over already even though nothing is ready.  I don't have a crib.  I don't have a labor bag packed.  I don't have all the receiving blankets and burp cloths washed.  I don't have anything. 

There are toys lying about my floor, but it hurts to bend down to pick things up so they stay there until hopefully my husband notices them.  Similarly, my dishwasher is full and so is my dryer, but I can't summon the energy to care.  I just want to sit in a bathtub tonight for several hours and pray the pain goes away.

We do have a name picked out finally, so that's a positive.  This is so unlike with N, where we waited for days after his birth to give him his name.  The new one will probably be known on the blog as N2.  Apparently, I'm really big on the letter N.

Oh, I forgot.  I'm knitting!  I'm knitting both the Wicked sweater and a strawberry patterned hat for N2.  And I ordered the yarn for an intarsia blanket that I plan on backing with minky and using a satin quilting binding on.

Anyway, this post is just filler, but I want you all to know I'm alive and there is a light at the end of the tunnel, even if that light is my stomach being cut open. 

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