Fantastic Visits and Added Stresses

This week has definitely been one of highs and lows.

I'm now 11 days away from our scheduled c-section, but at my last doctor's visit we had to have the "in-case you go into labour" talk because I'm over 1 cm dilated. That was certainly a bit of a reality check for me.  There's no denying this is really happening and soon our little bundle of joy will be joining us... ready or not, here she comes!  

Mentally I've reached a bit of a more relaxed space of no longer needing everything on my to-do list completed before bambino arrives.  Perhaps its the lower energy because I'm not sleeping well anymore, or maybe I've come to my senses a little, but we've got the basics covered, so if she decided to join us today, we'd be fine.  

Though I must admit to the random panicked thoughts of "what if we aren't ready?" and "what if I'm not a natural mother?" ... but that's just the hormones talking, right? 

Alexa was out to visit for a night, which was FANTASTIC!  I really enjoyed just hanging out, and we even managed a short adventure to East Sooke Park.  Without realizing it, she paid me a compliment that's helped to ease some of the fears that were brewing... she said I was going to be a natural mom just by proof of how intuitive I am to the needs of our cats.  God, I hope she's right.  

Having Alexa out also made me realize how much I miss my girlfriends and girl time.  B and I have a great time together, and he's absolutely my best friend, but there's something different (and special) with spending time with long standing girlfriends that know you inside out from another woman's perspective.  

Daddy B (hee hee) celebrated his birthday on saturday, which was a wonderful day.  Laid back and just about enjoying time as a family.  In the back of my mind I thought that bambino might make an appearance for his special day, but she's decided to hang tight for a little longer.  And this is something that we're encouraging because....

Also on saturday our tenants decided to give us their 1 month notice.  Totally bad timing.  Right now we count on that rent, so we HAVE to rent it out asap for September 1st, however potential tenants will be seeing me with big belly (B suggested that he show the suite, so it's not right in their face that there will be a new baby in the house). We also have our suite priced fairly high, which right now with a glut of places for rent, may hurt us.  But we know the place is worth it.  AND we were planning on fixing the bathtub and surround in the fall (it's got a leak that's we've patched) but now we'll be doing that in August before new tenants move in... which means construction happening right when Jamie has joined us.  Not ideal. 

But.. shit happens and you just deal with it.  So, I've put aside the freakout and just got on with listing the suite and taking care of things... THEN...

Mom shows up after a quick trip to the walk-in clinic to announce she is having a shingles flareup and she's contagious!!!  Not a big deal for B & I because we've both had chickenpox, BUT it means that of my only two support people, my mom will no longer be able to visit the hospital or help with baby in the first few weeks until her flareup subsides. Not to mention just the fact that she's not feeling well and is having to deal with yet another medical thing.  

I mean, WTF world?!?!?  Could you not just leave us alone for a while and let us enjoy the good stuff?

So, while I've been recently having conversations with my bump at night to tell her that she can come whenever she's ready, last night I asked her to hold on a bit.  That mommy needs some time to get her ducks back in a row, deal with a few things, and let grandma get better so she can be there too.  Hopefully our little one heard my plea.