Ready, set, NEST

So, folks, today's 37 week appointment has officially thrown me into a baby-nesting-frenzy.

Well, not just the appointment, but the midwife's words - "I would not be at all surprised to see you at the ABC this weekend."

WTF?

I have 3+ more weeks, people!

We have nothing ready. (I know we don't really need much, but until this morning's post-appointment rush to Target, I didn't even have any newborn diapers. And the infant car seat is only out of the attic because Little Ryan needed a place to sleep during our Labor Day dinner.)

The reason for her words? A very low-lying baby and steady Braxton Hicks contractions.

Baby S. is still measuring two weeks small - so this was even more of a shock. But, it has been the general medical consensus that Will and I just make petite children. Nothing worrisome or indicative of a miscalculated due-date.

Cross your fingers Baby S2 decides to defy my midwife's prediction. Bob and Betty need time to cook. Will needs time to get the cradle out of our basement, and to pick up the dresser/changing table. And I need two days for Amazon Prime to deliver my newborn onesies and nursing pads.

Pfister fun

After eleven fabulous days in Escanaba, Maizey and I hit the road with Grandma Betty and Papa, heading first to Milwaukee, then Milford. Maizey's highlight of the two day adventure? The Pfister Hotel pool. (Mom's highlight of the two day adventure? Not having to be the one to take Maizey swimming in the Pfister Hotel pool.)

Grandma's highlight? Dunking Taking Maizey swimming in the Pfister Hotel pool. 

Papa's highlight? Scoring the 4-star Pfister Hotel via Priceline.

Other Maizey Milwaukee highlights? An early-bird dinner at Karl Ratzch's with Aunt Rita and Uncle John. Chex-mix-eating and Sponge-Bob-watching in bed. Piano-player-accompanied dancing in the lobby.

Other Maggie highlights? My first bout of Braxton Hicks contractions. Ever. Here we go!