Zane is coming!!

Just an update that baby Zane should be here by tomorrow. We are at the hospital and doing fine. Will update when he is here. Sorry, I am not very creative at the moment.

Zane gets spoiled again...and again.

The ladies at the church I grew up in gave Baby Zane a shower on November 30th. Once again he was spoiled with so many goodies. I really racked up on much needed diapers and wipes at this shower! These ladies know about the necessities. The picture below of my mom and me is not great, but I like that it shows just how far the belly sticks out.

On December 6th, the Target team gave me a shower at Kailey's house! It was alot of fun to hang out with the girls that I normally only see at work. And they went crazy with gifts for Zane...I think it may've been a competition for holding rights when he gets here!

The hostesses: Kailey, Tina, (me), and Lisa

The fabulous cake!

Here are some preview shots of the nursery. I am supposed to get my canvas at the beginning of next week. As soon as it's up, the room will be just about complete and I'll post more pics....we are waiting on one other vital piece...a baby to put in it! I am 37 weeks & 1 day. I had a check-up today and everything is still looking good. We've talked about inducing the weekend after New Year's (IF he hasn't come on his own by then!)...one way or another it won't be much longer until we get to meet this guy!

A closer view of the bedding

Zane's Song

Matt played this for me the other night in his truck. He said it was his "Zane song". It's called "My Son" and it's by Brandon Rhyder. Here are the lyrics:

We welcome to this world, a brand new bouncing baby boy

With ten fingers and ten toes, your momma's button nose

You will never believe, how much you've changed me

You will always be the star, by God's grace he gave me

(Chorus)
And the beauty of it all, is lying right here in my arms
Falling fast asleep, I can feel your heart beat
Unconditional love, something I have never known

You are my boy, you are my blood, you are my son

We named you after my Papa*, cause he couldn't hang around

But I'll bet he's on the shoulders of an angel

Laughing and singing right now

He stole my heart, and now he's given it to you

I always knew you'd be the only one, that he'd give my heart to

And the beauty of it all, is lying right here in my arms

Falling fast asleep, I can feel your heart beat

Unconditional love, something I have never known

You are my boy, you are my blood, you are my son

You are my boy, you are my blood, you are my son

We welcome to this world, a brand new bouncing baby boy

With ten fingers and ten toes, your momma's button nose

*The song actually says "brother", but Matt sang "Papa". That's what made me cry. We are naming Baby Zane after Matt's Papa Zane, who couldn't hang around. The world lost a great man almost two years ago and we miss him so much. He was Matt's hero, and I'm pretty sure Matt never did wrong in Papa's eyes. Baby Zane has some pretty big shoes to fill, and we intend to make sure he knows what an honorable man he was named after. I only wish they could have met.

35 Weeks and Venting!

Ok, time to get real....I don't love being pregnant. There. I said it. There are people who say they love it. If you're one of them, Great! (I don't believe you.) There are certain things I love about being pregnant--like feeling him move around. Love that. But all in all, it's a means to an end. A very long means to a very, very special end.

Oh, little Zane, I can't wait to meet you! I can't wait to see what you look like, to kiss you, smell you, feed you, and call you silly names. I already love you so much.

But you're still getting your little bottom spanked. I love being so close to you, but honestly, the presence of a 5 lb baby in my stomach poses a few problems for mommy. I threw up for 16+ weeks. And when that ended, the back ache set in. And this numb, tingly spot at the bottom of my right ribcage. Then there's the lack of sleep. Everyone says this is getting me ready for all-nighters with a baby. I think that's stupid and that I should be able to stock up on sleep now. And at least once you're here I'll have something to do at 4am rather than stare at a wall. None of my clothes fit comfortably anymore...not even the maternity ones. And occasionally I waddle, even though I swore I wouldn't.

Yesterday I was faced with all new problems. First, I had a moment of "uh-oh.....who's gonna tie my shoes?...Too bad my dogs don't do that trick". Then I attempted to sit in the floor and wrap Christmas presents....HA! Not possible. First getting in the floor is a magic trick. And then of course I've forgotten scissors. And tape. And ribbon. Once all supplies were on hand and I was back in the floor, the wrapping begins, right? WRONG! I can't bend that far over to reach the stinkin gifts and roll paper out and cut it! Forget that idea. Most gifts will be in gift bags this year.

Matt asked me today if I had watered the Christmas tree. And he was serious. My answer, "Babe, if it requires anything near the floor, count me out." I asked him later who I could pay to clean the house and he quickly responded that he'd get the number of someone. It didn't even cross his mind that I was joking! And honestly, I wasn't.

Anyway, there's my rant. I have actually had a very uneventful pregnancy and had no real problems to complain about. I'm just at the end and ready for this thing to move along. 35 weeks down. 5 to go. At the most! If he shows up a week or two....or two & a-half early, I won't be mad! :)