Layla is watching Minnie's Bow-tique (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse DVD) for the 2nd time in a row this morning. Her "pajama dance" is about the cutest tiny butt shaking I've ever seen. The first time she watched it I was in bed so I figure it doesn't count...now I'm letting her watch it once with me.
Jon let me sleep in this morning and when I got up he had made cinnamon rolls, so the house smelt yummy. He went back to bed a bit ago to catch some sleep he's lost this week and when he wakes up I'm going to try and get him to help me with some nesting projects. Our house is a mess.
Now that it's almost my baby shower and my maternity leave paperwork is filled out and the c-section is scheduled with a pre-op arranged... I suddenly feel like I have NOTHING ready. I don't have a hospital bag. I don't have a diaper bag. I don't have a crib set up or the dresser where I want it. Layla isn't ready.
I'm 30 weeks along (give or take) and the only thing that's where it's supposed to be at this point is the giant baby belly that is going to get in my way while I try and nest today. There is something about having a 2 year old that keeps you from ever being able to keep anything organized. I don't know how people do it.
I clean up something, then her nap ends and 5 minutes later you can't even tell I had ever cleaned it up in the first place.
Last night I had a nightmare that I came home from the hospital from having Anyah and Mom had been watching Layla at the house and the whole place was destroyed and I had to clean 3 days post op. I know it's just that little voice in the back of my head whispering "you can't handle this" and it has me dancing with anxiety...which is not nearly as cute as the pajama dance.