So, it's the day after Thanksgiving, (happy Turkey day everyone), and I officially have 15 days left until my due date. I think I am scared, anxious, excited, thrilled and miserable all at once. The miserable part comes from the fact that Greyson is getting so big and dropping so low that I feel like I'm falling apart at the joints. I can't complain too much though because it only means I'm getting closer to the big day, right?
Clint and I have made some decent progress getting the apartment ready for Greyson's arrival. The guestroom/nursery is almost setup, all we need to do is make room for the crib. We've already re-arranged our own bedroom to make a spot for the cradle and allow me easy access to it from bed. There are still a few boxes that need to be unpacked at some point but they are ones that are relatively low on the priority list. What's important is that Greyson's things are all ready and put together, and my hospital bags are almost completely packed.
I'm much more curious than worried about our dog's reaction to Greyson. Daisy absolutely loves to cuddle up to my belly and nuzzle him already, and I've never seen a dog get as excited over baby stuff as she does. I can't wait to introduce the two of them and help them become lifelong friends!
