71 sleeps

when justin was little and would ask his mom "how much longer?", she would tell him the number of "sleeps" he had left so he would know how many times he would have to go to bed before the big day arrived. i just saw that the milo countdown is now under 80 - woohoo! - and since with the gd (is it a coincidence that the initials of my crappy condition are the same as a profanity? i think not.) we won't go past 39 weeks, i only have 71 sleeps left. that would be a big number if i were 5, but it doesn't seem so bad at this point.

i'm past the shock of the gd news (love those initials) and i'm dealing okay. my mom knows, but we didn't tell justin's mom or his family, and we're going to keep it to ourselves, i think. it would drive me crazy to have people saying, "do you want some of this? oh, wait, can you have it? oh, i shouldn't have asked. i'm so sorry for asking!" all the time. i think it will be easier just to say "no, thanks" and leave it at that.

my big splurge today: a tiny, tiny cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream, maybe 6 bites worth, to cool off after my mom and i got overheated working upstairs. our bedroom is in what was the attic, and we had a freak day in the 90s today (only happens a few times a year) which turned our bedroom into an oven. we survived, though, and i am now sitting in the cleanest, most organized bedroom ever in the history of the universe, on the groovy bed we bought months ago but which has been sitting in boxes on the floor against the wall ever since. my mom and i also put the air conditioner in up here, which - now that the sun has set - makes it slightly bearable.

it feels good to have so much done here - a little pre-nesting, if you will. the house is so, so clean, milo's clothes are all freshly washed and folded and in his drawers, and the bassinet is set up in our bedroom, as of about 2 hours ago. both toilets are even clean at the same time, a minor miracle. i'm ready for my boy, as soon as he's ready for us. 71 sleeps and counting down.