Oh how sweet! I got a baby package from my Aunt Linda, Mom's sis. It included a darling little stuffed sheep that says a little prayer (Now I lay me . . . ), some well-needed cirb sheets, and a gorgeous hand made quilt! It is a good size, made out of comfy flannel, with little stars in pastel creams, greens, and lavendar. I predict this will become "The Blankie" for this baby! I am so excited to use it! I love the idea of cuddling with the baby under that soft flannel. Having said that, I think I am going to try to rotate blankets more with this baby. Don't know if it'll work, but Kaitlin's favorite blankie is threadbare, ripped, and not long for this world, not to mention, not big enough to cover her up anymore. She sleeps in a ball on cool nights or puts on socks so her toes don't freeze. I have tried other blankies and they are all ok until actual bedtime comes around. LOL! I suppose she'll be growing out of the need in the next year or so. We'll see!

Okey dokey: We are officially scheduled! So far, baby's head is down and we are going to admit to the hosp on Wednesday, May 29th!! Wahoo! I have such mixed feelings about it. Relief that it is coming to an end since I have been so uncomfortable lately. Apprehension for the obvious and also concern for the baby and the adjustment period afterward. Hope this kid will be forgiving of his/her nutso momma! Still a high possibility of c-section due to the size of the baby. No numbers are being thrown about, but I noticed a certain amount of apprehension in dear doctors voice. Maybe not apprehension, but reservedness for certain! Of course, he has been holding his breath the whole time and waiting for things to go wrong and I am so glad to dissappoint on that front! Ha! Here would be a good place to say, "Thank you, Lord!"

Anyway, I am about to give the bad news to my hubby. Not about the above, mind you, but rather that I think I am going to quit doing the grocery shopping for a while. It is just getting too hard. He is not going to be thrilled, and I will have to time my announcement carefully, but I just can not waddle through another store wishing I lived on the moon. My hips are screaming and getting in and out of the car is kinda hard. Plus, I am now devoting two 2-3 hour trips to the hospital for non-stress tests per week and I just don't have the gumption to keep on suffering. So I am going to go on strike. Maybe I'll keep up with the laundry for another week just to ease the pain for him. Maybe not. Hee hee. And the weather just went to the 90's which isn't so bad, unless you're me. Eeyore. Eeyore. You can call me Eeyore. Grey and droopy. That's me.