Almost done baking?

Tomorrow, August Isabella will be full term. If I were to go into labor anytime from tomorrow on, she should be completely healthy with fully developed lungs. I know she has been practicing her breathing for the last two months because she get hiccups all the time. She should be at least 6 1/3 lbs at this point, and to me she feels like she could easily be bigger than that. She could have up to an 1 1/2 inches of hair (or she could be almost completely bald with peach fuzz). Her eyes will most likely be blue and she will (hopefully) have 10 fingers and 10 toes.

I can't really sleep anymore. When I do drift off, I either dream all about being pregnant and wanting August to be born, or I am awoken by her shifting around and/or a contraction. Last night I had a dream that I was begging a doctor to help me go into labor. (sidenote: the doctor also happened to be a comedian that our family friends invited us over to watch in their private theater. who knows what that's about?) Anyway, the doctor/comedian gave me a pill and told me I should take it. He said that once I took the giant, purple pill I would feel nauseous and throw up that evening or the next morning. After I threw up I would be in labor. His advice didn't make much sense to me, and the pill looked suspiciously like one of my prenatal vitamins. I took it anyway. Well, I didn't get sick or go into labor. Maybe the comedian/doctor was being funny. After that, Tony took me to a coffee shop in the dream to get my mind off of going into labor. I couldn't order coffee, so I ordered chocolate milk and a sugar cookie. The woman at the cash register handed me a crisp $100 bill and said, "Here. That's for you." I told her I couldn't take her money and that I needed to pay for what I was buying. Then she said, "It's only half of what I made today. Take it." I told her that if she was sure, I would take it and buy her a gift with it. Then she took the $100 back and said I could just have my food on the house. So I went to sit with Tony and eat my cookie and drink my chocolate milk. We started talking about the baby, and the coffee girl came over and began talking again. This time she said, "Have you ever seen the Hollywood tree house?" I replied, "No, but I have been to Graceland and it's not all it's cracked up to be."

Then I woke up to my husband getting ready for work. Being the dork that I am, I googled "Hollywood Treehouse" and found this photo:

I think it's a music studio or something.

Speaking of music, I'm off to work on my labor and delivery playlist. It is very important to me to have good music for all of it, especially when she makes her debut into this world! My brain is totally on baby over-drive. Keep your fingers crossed that go-time will happen soon!

That bird mobile

I am still slowly working on the bird mobile that I want for August's room. For some reason I've had a hard time getting motivated to get it done. I bought some pretty fabric fat quarters yesterday to use, though, and Tony went and found some wonderful sticks in the backyard to use.

He, on the other hand, has been very motivated to get things done before her arrival. He replaced the broken vent fan in our hallway bathroom. It's been broken since we bought the house, and we moved in over a year and a half ago. Well, he did all of the wiring himself, and even added a light. It always makes me nervous when he takes on a job like that, as he is by no means an expert electrician. He even had to go up on the roof to cut a hole for the fan to be able to vent the air out of the attic. Luckily, it all works, and he is done. I told him he can't do anymore dangerous jobs before the baby comes. It makes me too nervous.

Since he couldn't rebuild something in the house, he got to work on painting and hanging wooden letters spelling out "AUGUST." He painted each letter a little differently, although all in white and lime green. Then he went with me to Hancock Fabrics and picked out a pretty turquoise ribbon with white polka dots. He hung the letters on the wall over the crib, and it is really so cute. I'm so proud of how crafty he got with that! Now he wants to go and get 4 small canvases to paint, and then he wants each canvas to have a handprint of a family member. He wants mine, his, August's, and Rocky paw print. Too cute!

I am so ready to have the baby. I want to make it through the next week so that she will be full term, without a doubt. Past next Saturday, though, I want her to get out here as quickly as she can. I'm ready. The house is pretty much ready. Tony is ready. And I am so tired of being pregnant. I am already not sleeping more than about 4 1/2 hours a day, so I feel like now is as good a time as any for her to come out with her crazy feeding schedule. I am planning on breastfeeding, by the way, but people keep telling me it's much harder than you expect. I took a class on it, and there is a ton of information to take in. I read a book that a friend gave me called "Nursing Your Baby" which helped me feel somewhat ready. I'm still worried that I'll have difficulty with it. I sure hope not.