I am going to mentally will this baby to stay in for at least two more weeks

Let me just start off this post by saying, I am not ok with this.

I know plenty of people dread the end of pregnancy, and you'd think I'd be "over it" being so pregnant in this humid hell of Louisiana, but y'all- babies are just so EASY when they live IN YOUR BELLY. And I am still getting the house all situated and have not put forth any (ANY!) mental energy thinking about this baby! Besides steering clear of wine and evil donuts, I feel like pregnancy is a flippin' breeze compared to taking care of another child. I have been getting plenty of "Almost there!" "Hang in there! You're so close!" "It will be over soon!" and my first instinct is to be like, AHHHHHHHH SHADDAP THAT CAN'T BE TRUE I'M NOT READY! Instead I'm like, "well yes, that is true, I'll be fine to wait as long as he wants though! Haha!" But in all seriousness, I'm hoping to go to at least 41 weeks with this kid so I can maybe buy some diapers.
Things we have done for Baby #4:

• washed infant carseat and reassembled (have not installed it in the suburban yet because it is gonna throw off the whole carseat configuration and we won't be needing it the moment I deliver and we live 5 minutes from the hospital so NOT A PRIORITY)
• assembled new baby crib (which he won't even use for months so that now seems kinda useless)
• washed swaddle blankets and swaddlemes
• procured brand new breast pump and sterilized the nine bottles that I found on Amazon (just going on a wish and a prayer that those don't contain that poison plastic that all moms avoid because society tells us to)

And.... yeah I think that's about all I've done. I did hit up a few yard sales with Molly this past Saturday in an attempt to find some baby clothes for this kid because he is being born in the opposite season of his male predecessors and I don't really have much for him by way of clothes, but I figure I do lots of laundry, so as long as he's got about 10 onesies, he's good. Plus, it's hot, so he won't need to wear much, right?

Things I need to do for Baby #4:

• buy wine (he needs me to be sane like I need me to be sane)
• buy diapers
• pack a hospital bag or something
• come up with a name

 Nothing major obviously, just some minor details.

We have been hitting up our neighborhood pool so much since we moved in. It's super nice and always feels clean (key for a germaphobe like myself) and Sam and Molly have gotten so comfortable swimming in the short time we've been here, so that has been really nice to see. If I can ever get all of this #*&^!@#) CYS paperwork completed, I can register them for swim lessons in July and we can eliminate hauling puddle jumpers to the pool, but for now, it's nice going and knowing that they're afloat.

Molly has been a bit of a handful lately. I'm really glad my mom is coming in this weekend because I need HELP. I have no clue as to how to effectively discipline her. All I know is that I look forward to bedtime like a marathon runner looks forward to the finish line and I am not only exhausted but just upset with myself for not knowing what to do with her. She needs something and I have no clue what it is. I'm sure adding a baby is not the something she's looking for, but I'm hoping she can bond with him and be a big help and maybe just fine tune that big sister role.

Anything that can be delivered to my front door these days, will be delivered to my front door. I know the neighbors are whispering but OMG I am not lugging this circus out in this heat to peruse the Walmart and see IF we can find what we're looking for. No thanks. Online shopping 4EVA. I got this water table for Will but the big two seemed to take to it more than Will did. It's so funny to listen to the games they come up with.

Sam and Molly share a room here and the closet is pretty bare! So it's kinda been turned into an area where they're allowed to dump the six frillion Legos and not have to pick them up every night. Just close that door! I wouldn't go so far as to say that Willie sleeps better having his own room, but eh, at this point, whatever. I'm so far gone from sleeping through the night anyway, what does it really matter?

Sam is so torn between needing goggles and needing sunglasses at the pool. Cracks me up. He also does a perfect cannonball and an impressive pencil jump. (Molly perfected her cannonball yesterday after only three attempts. She does not approach the belly flop with the same enthusiasm that Sam does though.)

Sam is desperate to get his training wheels off like the other kids on the circle. Steve and I are like, please, it's so hot. Can we put this off until winter.

Speaking of Steve, I gotta brag on the man for a minute. He not only moved us completely down here, doing all of the sweaty, dirty work of hauling boxes and lugging furniture, but he has made time to take Sam fishing multiple times, play catch in the evenings, grilling us dinner literally every night (because if it can't be grilled outside then we are basically ordering pizza), and just whittling down his honey-do list that never shrinks. He assembles it all and does it all and bathes all those kids every night. We both dream about a vacation that we know won't happen for at least another year or two, but he really deserves one. Nothing has come easy, but he's still trying to make the best of things and line things up at work to set himself up for better opportunities in the future. Super proud of my baby daddy, ok?

Sunday best! Will is cracking me up lookin' like a little country club stud in his boat shoes and curly hair and collared shirt. Church on post is at 9, and we tried a church off post this past weekend that felt more "churchy" so I think we might end up there. Plus it starts later, so the morning felt much less hectic.

I am loving these Southern rain storms. It's been so long since I've listened to thunder and heavy rain and tornado sirens. Ahhhh..... sounds like home. We are supposedly getting a tropical storm tomorrow and Thursday, so you know if I ever feel inclined to have a baby early (has never happened before), it will happen then. Stay tuned.

AHEM MOLLY

I saw this on facebook and everyone who commented chose B and can I just say if you choose anything other than A, I am really not sure we can consider each other friends because all of that stuff is so easy to do AFTER YOU'VE SLEPT 8 FULL HOURS AMEN?!

Will just observing the big two playing with the water table. Not exactly full of interest. Also, my ripped cushions on my craigslist chairs have been replaced and we can feel less disgusting sitting outside on them, amen hallelujah.

Sometimes they play so nicely together. Sometimes.

Another Will toy that the bigger two love- BUBBLE MACHINE

Awwwwww shee-ut, you know it's serious when the UPS man has to back the truck up into your yard to make a delivery. (Literally ordered a guest bed online. Oh yes I did. And it came rolled up like a burrito in a box and we'll find out later today if it rolls out and inflates like Amazon says it will. STAY TUNED.)

So many cliffhangers in this post! Can you even stand it?!

You can find us in the pool almost as often as you can find me running to the bathroom or fetching kid snacks or telling someone no. (aka ALL THE TIME)

My squinty-eyed crew at church on Father's Day. Will really needs a haircut, I know. I just haven't found anyone I trust yet to do it. His curls. THOSE CURLS. I can't just let any regular ol' barber take a whack at them. Let's be honest, I'm definitely going to cry when it happens because he's still six months old to me (what else could possibly explain all the shitty sleeping he does?) and the curls are just a baby part of him that I'm not ready to give up. (I'll gladly give up the horrible sleeping though.) It would probably be smart to take care of that before Baby #4 arrives because I doubt extra postpartum hormones are really gonna help the process at all and he will truly end up with a mullet of curls if we go off my mama feelings alone. *sigh* I'll look into it, OKAY.

I have to haul this entire circus with me to my OB appointment tomorrow because I still can't find a sitter so that should be fun. It will likely be tropical storming as well, so I think I'll call that my workout and maybe bribe everyone with Sonic ice cream cones if they're good. I'm hoping to make it to the big city this week sometime to return some stuff at Old Navy and maybe eat at Chick fil A and hit up the Target to buy diapers, but the kids have physicals on Thursday (another step in this endless CYS registration process JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL), so maybe Friday? I seriously cannot believe I will be having a baby soon. Steve and I thought we had a name picked out but then I started expressing doubt over the middle name and that turned into a fight about the first name and one week out and this kid is officially nameless. We are not so brilliant as to come up with something great at the hospital either so, HALP. If you have any good boy names that go with Sam, Molly, and Will, are simple to spell, cannot be confused gender-wise, and are generally plain and normal, shoot them my way.

Off to fine tune the commissary list. I have absolutely no doubts that I will buy a lot of cereal my kids have no business eating but will talk me into anyway. Happy Tuesday, folks.