Tiny Ford is not due until the end of the month so I started feeling panicked last night when I started having contractions. I am not ready and I am in charge of a church CPR class tonight (that Larry is teaching, but I have to be there) and having a group of friends over to my house tomorrow night, but luckily after a few hours, things calmed down and I felt normal again.
This last week I reached the point that I really felt enormous and struggled to play on the ground with Creed. I've dragged Larry on a couple of trips to Target grabbing essentials that we'll need when Tiny Ford arrives like tiny diapers and new pacifiers and nursing bras, but I still don't feel ready; the carseat is still in the box and my hospital bag only has a few random items tossed in it. I guess it's time to start getting all of that stuff ready. Oh, and did I mention that we still don't have a name picked out? That could be a problem too. My Aunts were asking us how we could possibly top a cool name like Creed Atticus and the answer is, we don't know! Creed was something that we'd decided on long ago since I didn't want to name a baby Larry Creed, III, but with Tiny Ford, nothing has stood out. My Uncle Tom suggests Golden Champion. Ummmm, not so much. Sorry Tom!
At any rate, someday I want Tiny Ford to read this and know that we were busy in a flurry of anticipation of his arrival; and we really want to meet him, just not quite yet! So here I am last night in all my super pregnant glory.And as I was posing for that picture, Creed drew a picture of "our baby" and pointed out his blood, heart, and instestines (although, I'm sure you got that from this photo and didn't need my explanation)!