I have been sitting here all day waiting for UPS to deliver our order. Come onnnnn! I'm so anxious! Plus, we're going to go get ice cream for Lupe's adoption day since I got too lazy yesterday to actually take her out to celebrate (ok, it's hot as hell and wearing pants feels like the worst torture to me now.... and then walking around in said heat? Ugh.)

We finally ordered our infant car seat and a changing pad and cover for the changing pad. I'm thinking I still need to order a second car seat base to keep in my mom's car/any car we might need it in... but that will most often be my mom's.

It just hit me there's going to be a whole other person in my family now... I mean, I know it, but even when I talk about him it just kinda seems like an idea or a dream.

In less than a month there is going to be a little man that relies on me and Patrick for everything. I mean, he's already here, in my tummy... it should feel more real, I guess, but it doesn't. Even being pregnant with him I guess because my pregnancy has been so good, sometimes I just wonder if I'm not getting fatter. That the ultrasounds are tricks and that the kicks are just some weird muscle spasm.

But imagining my mom snapping her grandson into his car seat? Holy cow, my mom is going to be a grandmother. This is literally changing the face of our entire family. It was already weird thinking how Patrick's half brother, who is six, is going to be an uncle... but it's just as weird thinking how my brother who is 31 is going to be an uncle, or Patrick's brother who is 29.

I'm not sure if Wiley has started to drop yet, but I suspect he's starting to. I'll be 37 weeks on Sunday so it's not really surprising. He was supposed to already be head down a few weeks ago, I just thought it felt weird, like sliding, last night. Something I haven't really felt him do. My main reason for thinking he's about to start at least is that a part of my stomach at the top that was kinda hard is now squishy again and doesn't hurt me to poke into. It's only a few inches down, probably only I'd notice it, but still. I just kinda hope he is prepping to come a bit early so I can feel useful again! As much as I'd love the September 1 birthday, him coming early would probably be better for us just because he's estimated to be so big if he makes it to his due date.

I don't go back to the doctor 'til Wednesday (I'm so irritated I didn't get to go today, grr) so I guess we'll see then.