Blogging Blahs

Nothing much to blog about lately...nothing really exciting happening...just my belly and boobs keep getting bigger...my nerves and anxiety levels keep getting higher...and I think I am finally realizing that high heels and pregnancy really don't go well together (my back seems to ache more after working a full day wearing heels). I wanted to add a picture of myself (@ 28 weeks), but I don't know how to set the "self timer" on the camera yet. I think I may have started "nesting". Or I'm just getting crazier. Up until last week I had not bought ONE thing for the baby. Not a thing. Then one single conversation with one of my regular clients at the bank started freaking me out. He asked how far along I was, so I told him. He then proceeded to tell me I was about as far along as his girlfriend was when she went into labour (totally unexpectedly). They didn't have anything prepared since they thought they had so much time left, so he had to go buy everything by himself while his son and girlfriend were in the hospital. Ahhhh, who tells a story like that to a pregnant woman? Especially one like ME?!? His preemie son is totally fine now (after a lengthy stay in the hospital), but...OH MY GOD! So needlesstosay I convinced Rob that we really needed to start preparing for the Little Bugger's arrival, and so we went out and bought the car seat/stroller, crib and change table (thanks Dom!), and have a play pen/bassinette on the way (thanks Audrey!). I have since woken up in the middle of the night (many times) thinking about the baby things I still have to buy. I printed off a "Baby Essential Checklist" and Rob freaked out when he saw it. It's long. It's crazy long. Kinda wish I knew what I was having now...the girly things are so cute, the boy things are so cute, but the "unisex" stuff is so boring! We had decided to wait to decorate the nursery room since Rob will still be in school until April (and it's his office that is going to be transformed into the baby room)...but I'm getting the itch to decorate NOW. The problem is there is nowhere else for him to study if I kick him out of the office. Office??? Nursery??? Office??? Nursery??? hmmmm...it's a toughie.