Counting Down the Days…
until Lola arrives. I really do think she’ll have a June birthday… I kinda hope she does. Until she’s born, I’m just hanging out around the house. I get 2 weekly outings, sometimes 3, but they aren’t long, and they aren’t really FUN. Doctor on Monday and Friday, and sometimes I go out to dinner one other night. Either way, I’m thankful to at least be able to get out, it’s getting REALLY boring here.
The past few days I’ve been trying to finish up the nursery. The only things left to buy are a curtain rod, and a trash can. At least, that’s all I know I need. 
At any rate, last night I was laying around (nothing new there) thinking about everything. I’m not scared to give birth, nervous, yes, but not scared. I’m excited to hold her, love on her, and just watch her. I had more worries last night, now I’m just cool and collected. Stupidly, something I do worry about is clothing her. She’ll be so tiny, and some of those clothes don’t seem like I could fit her in them, they’re so small! I’m sure I’ll do fine, but it’s the silly things.
I’ve also decided to put my foot down about who is allowed to come to the hospital. If anyone shows up unannounced, I probably won’t let them in. Mostly because I don’t want visitors at the hospital. I want to, and am going to be selfish and have her all to myself. I realize i’ll have plenty of time for that later, but you don’t get the first few days back. I really don’t even want family, other than my immediate family to be there. But we’ll see how that goes. I’m allowed to be selfish.
