29 weeks and counting...

Here we are, another Labor Day weekend away from family and although we missed our families again this year I have to admit it was nice to have the weekend to ourselves. We spent Saturday and Sunday as we usually do, running errands and trying to accomplish all the things that just don't happen during the week.

Including a trip to Babies R Us where we stocked up on a few items for the boys and I am continuing to feel just a bit closer to prepared.

I have two goals for September.

The first is to purchase that second crib mattress as our daughter is still using the first one on her toddler bed for the time being. The boys will share a crib for the first 5 or 6 months, which I think they will enjoy anyway, and then we will need to find a larger apartment.

The second is to purchase a package of diapers so there are some in the house. I know it may sound silly, but if I have diapers I can pack the small diaper bag for the boys at the hospital. Onesies, organic diapers, socks, hats...all those silly things that you realize you wish you had brought as you are sitting in the hospital looking through your bag full of items just for Mommy.

Today I am going to try and make a list of Things to Do in September for the boys and Things to Do in October for the boys.

That way I won't have moments where I drive my poor husband crazy with a meltdown over not having something, like diapers, in the house with ONLY eight to ten weeks until the boys are supposed to arrive.

Again neurotic I know, but when you are pregnant and nesting and fully aware that there is no guarantee the boys will even stay in until full term you just want everything to be done NOW so you at least feel prepared. Of course, it's entirely possible these boys will take after their sister and stay in beyond their due date. Which wouldn't surprise me, but I can't help but prepare for their early arrival for my own peace of mind. Of course that probably means at the expense of my poor husband's sanity on occasion.

For instance, the garage. When we packed up our world and moved from the east coast to the west coast our daughter was just over a year old. I know that at that time I took all the newborn clothing (mostly neutral since we didn't find out she was girl until our daughter arrived), and packed it up together either in a box or a space bag in a tub. I didn't pay much attention to where it ended up because we were not even thinking about baby number two at that point.

Now here we are two years later with much of those boxes/tubs still piled in the back of our garage waiting to be organized. Enter summer in California where the daily temperature here in the valley is in the upper 90s every day. I certainly can't go out there and move boxes around at all, let alone in the heat while my husband's at work.

And since my husband is working full time and then spending most of his home time helping take care of all the errands and chores that I can't do, he hasn't made it out to the garage as yet. But he still hears about the garage nearly every day.

He even took the time to go take a peek yesterday, but it was too dark to see much as it was the end of a wonderful day.

Oh well, maybe next weekend he can get in there and find me the newborn baby items so I can take stock of what we have and finish filling in the gaps.

Yesterday was the first 'Saturday' we had in a long time. Since we had taken Saturday and Sunday to run around and get things done, we got to enjoy a lazy 'Saturday' when Labor Day itself rolled around.

We had a nice breakfast, picked up some groceries and then snuggled and watched a movie as we dozed during our daughter's nap. We even spent the evening outside enjoying the cool night air and good company of friends while the kids played.

It truly was a relaxing day. I actually had to go back in to change into pants and a sweatshirt! It was heaven. I have been big, pregnant and hot for so long it was a great change of pace.

We have our next doctor's appointment next week and will see the doctor every two weeks until we get to the very end and then I think we'll see the doctor every week.

We will find out where the babies are positioned at our next ultrasound in three weeks. At which point the boys will be out of room and in whatever position they are likely to stay. If Baby A (thus named because he is closest to the exit) is still breech we will be scheduling a c-section instead of waiting for labor to begin.

I'm torn on how I feel about this. As hard and I tried to make sure I would not have another c-section and as hard as I know six weeks of recovery with two new babies and a toddler to keep up with would be, part of me feels safer that at least I know I won't be having the babies in the car on the way to the hospital.

If I could have the controlled, safe environment (and the chosen date of arrival) of a c-section and still not have the six weeks, plus, of recovery wouldn't that be great?

Oh well, what will be will be. Like my daughter, I have a feeling these boys will arrive how and when they choose.

Fingers crossed that the little imps at least stay in until 37 weeks and at least five pounds each!