Getting Sentimental (aka I'm 38 weeks Pregnant!)

I've been really bad at updating our family blog, and even though I tell myself this a thousand times, I'm going to do better.

As my due date approaches and we are about to become a family of four, I think back on these last nine months and ask myself, "What have we been doing?" I'm not really sure, it's all kind of a blur, because I've been terrible about documenting it.

 

Owen is about to be a big brother and will no longer be our "baby".  I think about how much he's changed and grown up in just the last nine months and wish I'd been better at writing down all of it. Have I even mentioned he's potty trained?!? Did I even write about the time he pooped his pants at the very top of the McDonald's play place and I (7 1/2 months pregnant) had to climb to the top and carry him down those narrow stairwells? 

  He's about to lose all of the attention and while I'm so excited to welcome our new little boy, it makes me sad to think Owen might feel slightly neglected....and that his world might just really be get rocked.  Maybe that's a bit dramatic, but I'm a little worried about the adjustment. 

He can be feisty and still throws some nasty tantrums, but can also be the sweetest boy.  Here, he was so excited to bring me breakfast in bed on Mother's day:)

 

 

And he's also a really good dancer.  He loves watching So You Think You can Dance with us and tries to mimic what the dancers are doing.  It's hilarious...but I think it's a Denney thing.  He's got some cousins that know how to move it! 

 

Brett keeps telling Owen "When baby brother is here you and me are gonna be the best of buds, because mommy is going to need to help the baby a lot." He tells him we'll do lots of fun things together and play lots of fun games.  Hearing that and seeing pictures like this, make me smile. 

 

I've got a week and a few days until my due date.  I'm playing the waiting game...questioning every little pain and cramp or slight discomfort.  Every night I think to myself, "Tonight could be the night" or "Tomorrow could be the day,"  but in reality, I could very well be a good week or more from delivering.  I'm trying a Vbac this time since baby isn't breech and I'm excited for the experience.  I could still end up needing a c-section depending on how the delivery goes, so I'm not completely getting my hopes up.  But I thought I at least needed to give it a try.

So other than being 38 weeks prego, a little OCD about cleaning (dang you nesting!), and extremely anxious to meet our little guy, we've been trying to keep busy (which has been pretty easy with the warm weather and start of summer).

The splash pad is practically our front yard so we've had fun playing there.  

 

And Owen has been having so much fun with all of his buddies.