36 weeks

Dear Baby Boy,

You are LOOOOOOW.  I mean like super low rider over a speed bump low. 

So low, sitting is very uncomfortable - you don't like it when I sit because it makes you have to scrunch up I guess...  So low, I can't sit lady like, or not even remotely close to it...  So low, going up our stairs is a bit of a challenge for me, so I try to do it as little as possible. 

It's funny how with you I have no idea how far along I am until I get an email from Graco telling me I'm in my 36th week.  Good thing I signed up to win that free stroller and playpen that I never won, but at least it keeps me updated on how many weeks pregnant I am...

I'm not sure if you are trying to come out some unconventional way, like bursting through my stomach all on your own, but holy cow you are causing some pain. The contractions are a little insane... Today while grocery shopping, I had to walk so slow I thought I would never make it through the store.  We're talking old person with a walker shuffling along slow. 

Then, at the check out line, the cashier says to me, "Tell me you're due some time soon..."  I reply when I'm due, she looks at my belly, and then she's like, "Twins?"

I'm used to it.  I think I'd be shocked if someone didn't ask me that...

We still don't have a name for you.  It kind of worries me a little, though your dad is quite confident we'll be able to figure out a name.  We really just can't agree.  We don't have a first or a middle name yet...  I think he's hoping I'll buckle during my exhausted moments at the hospital.  But, let it be recorded that I promise not to name you Melvin, Gerald, Raymond, or Lincoln.  So, if your name ends up being any of those, you'll know your dad decided while I was in a coma or something. 

I think I got the final few things today that I felt I needed before you came; pacifiers, crib mattress pad, and new bottles that are bpa free since I didn't have any. 

So, you are free to come now whenever...

As soon as I've packed my bag...