Stubborn, Just like his Daddy

Today I am 38 weeks and 4 days, so I know that I really don't have too much room to complain since I DO technically still have 9 days left till the "official" due date. Nonetheless, it seems like all I do these days is complain (especially since I got my hopes all high over what was apparently not my show): I don't sleep hardly at all anymore, I can't get comfortable no matter what, Roger still hasn't dropped so my rib cage is still being battered on a regular basis, I get winded walking from room to room. My lamenting is endless; my husband's patience is infinite. Whatever the case of my uterus may be, it would seem the little man is perfectly content staying right where he is - he's stubborn, just like his daddy.

Just about everyone seems convinced that he's going to come this week though since he's "not allowed" to come on the 12th (for lengthy uninteresting reasons pertaining to my husband), and I'm not exactly rooting for Friday the 13th, his dates are pretty well limited to sometime in the next 3 days or some time over the weekend. My dad is sold on the 14th because he's a big believer in Murphy's Law and he'll be out of town. I'm starting to lean somewhere more toward, oh, September time frame. My oh-woe-is-me mindset has lead me to believe that I will, quite literally, be pregnant forever. The second trimester went by so quickly - too quickly even - and now all of a sudden it's as if time has just... stopped. I will be the perpetual pregnant woman.

This weekend we finally finished up the nursery (which was started somewhere around week 20, furniture was eagerly built right after the baby shower around week 26, and then the room was pretty well procrastinated until we recently realized that it was probably somewhat important that we finish it before the arrival of our little man). I'm THRILLED over the letters (which my handy husband cut himself with his jig saw and which I painted).


I am, however, massively disappointed in the curtains. Admittedly I was somewhat upset over the general lime greenness of them when they first arrived, BUT once they were up - well, they don't look so bad. In fact, the lime green works kind of nicely; it adds a kick of color to the room. As for the curtains being "black out" curtains (which is why I specifically purchased these curtains), well... their capabilities in that aspect are up for debate. While they definitely do keep the room darker than the vertical blinds they replaced, "black out" is not how I would describe what they do. Maybe more of a "green out"? The curtains came with some pretty extensive literature boasting their temperature-controlling, sound-canceling, black-outing quality, and I'm hard pressed to say they do any of these things. I understand that no curtains can "completely block out 100% of the light," but these curtains don't even seem to block out the 99% they claim to be capable of blocking out. The picture in the brochure compares the black out curtains to regular curtains, showing how much light streams through the fabric of the regular curtains whereas it can't even penetrate the twill fabric of the black out curtains. Um, yeah. There's PLENTY of light coming through the fabric of these curtains - it's definitely not just from the small gaps above and below the curtains. I WILL admit that the room is definitely pitch black at night (black enough to strike horror in Roger's heart when he's old enough to be afraid of the dark. I see night lights in our future), but as soon as that sun starts peaking over the horizon... well, maybe we shouldn't have made the east-facing room the nursery.


SO 9 days till D-day and counting. Perhaps we can try to entice him out now that we've finished his room? Probably not. For not even being his own entity yet, I can already tell he's going to share a lot of his dad's traits :)