Nothing to see here

The lack of preparation for this child is starting to get to me.

One of the doctors told us in the hospital that if he had to guess, he thought the Blob might come between 30-34 weeks. Well, that means in TWO WEEKS we could potentially, maybe, possibly have the baby.

Two. Weeks. From. Now.

Excuse me while I throw up in my mouth.

We have no carpeting. We have no crib. We have no dresser. We have nothing. I have some baby clothes, sure, and my shower is Sunday, but I am freaking the freak out!

Josh was dragging his feet on carpeting because it will cause him physical pain to not get the best deal possible. So we had to wait for one more estimate. It finally came in today, and it is the cheapest one, so we went with that. Except now it will take two weeks to get it in the house.

We can't get the crib delivered until the carpet is in and I can't take it anymore. We are remodeling our entire house and Josh is being a trooper doing all the stuff and taking care of me and waiting on my bedrest self. But every time I get pissy about the status of the baby's room, he gets all defensive and points out how much he is taking care of. It's not that I am not appreciative, but this is getting ridiculous. I want to get up and do stuff myself and I hate lying here depending on everyone else.

My mother suggested he sleep in a drawer. Which is amusing, because HA -- if I had an empty drawer, I would fill it with stuff. But there is no emptiness in the house. No room at the inn. No soup for you.

Is anyone sick of my bitching yet? Because even I think I sound whiny today. And that's saying something.

I will now sulk on the couch, since I can't go anywhere to blow off steam.