... days, or one week left until we are 4. Just last week I still had a lot of energy - Tuesday my mom and I spent the whole day walking around shopping for fabrics and sewing supplies (and other stuff); and the rest of the week I spent mostly sewing for the baby. The crib skirt is done, and the bumper needs another hour to be finished. I did go to bed earlier than usual in the evening, but I felt great! And then something happened on Saturday and now there is only one word to describe how I feel - exhausted. On weekends I usually do not get any sewing or any serious work done, because I mostly spend time with Luka. But today, I went out because I had teeth cleaning appointment, then I did some light work in the nursery (I caulked the baseboards!), then I made vegetable soup for dinner tonight. By then in was 3pm; now it is 5pm, and I have not done anything since. And I will probably not do anything else today...

The lady who was cleaning my teeth today was new and the conversation I had with her was, well, interesting... Opinionated would be the best way to describe her... Some of the comments she made about how far along I was, how it is "amazing" I still drove, asking me whether I can turn to my left to spit... I had a feeling she was trying to tell me something... Which reminded me of one of the nurses during delivery last time. We had brought some chocolate dipped cookies to the hospital with us. The delivery story is very long, but let me just say it did not go as planned. When they started inducing labor, they told me I could not eat anything. The box was unopened when we got to the hospital (these are Croatian cookies my mom brought over with her) but when Sunday night turned into Monday night my husband could not wait any longer and he opened the box. When they told me very early Tuesday morning that it will have to be c-section, I turned to my husband and told him to save some of those cookies for me, because I could not think of anything else I wanted to eat more once I was out of surgery. At that moment, the nurse turns around and says - no, you can not have any of those once the baby is born - chocolate has caffeine, and that is not good for the baby. She was one of those militant types... At that time, exhausted as we all were, we did not question her, my husband just ate all the cookies and we went into the operating room. Later when we though about it.... I got three full doses of epidural (long story...), then I got more medication for the surgery and then they finally had to put me out (with medication of course) towards the end of the surgery (long, long story)... so with all that medication - how bad would a little caffeine be. My mom brought the same cookies this time (my husbands favorite) and I am taking them with me to the hospital...

I hope to finish the bumper and sheets tomorrow and also have some pictures of the newly acquired fabrics...