So the suspense of when Brandon will actually arrive is killing me.  I've never felt so anxious in my life.  I guess I should just assume that he won't come early and keep looking forward to May 11, but for some reason I just feel like he might come early, well I keep telling him everyday now to get his cute little butt out.  My sleep has been disrupted this week by lots of pelvic and hip pain on top of the 2730353 times I use the bathroom.  Many people tell me that when he is born I still won't have a chance to sleep, but I feel like even if I get just 2 hour increments they will at least be comfortable ones.  Plus after he's born we'll have the baby nurse (Kraamzorg service) for the first 4 days to help Paul and mostly me rest so when we get home we'll just be overwhelmed and not exhausted.

Brandon's nursery is all ready, everything is washed and folded now all we need is him!  This coming week I plan to put down the pregnancy book (Ive read through it to much) and start reading up about our newborn this way Paul and I can be prepared for the unexpected, because I'm sure there will be about 1000 unexpected things a day when we are home with him.

One great thing about Brandon coming anytime after this weekend is that Paul has lots of Dutch holiday time off.  I think every week for the next 5 weeks he has 1-2 days off a week.  But after this no more free days, we'll have to start using his vacation and bonus days from the extra hours he put in during January.  But I'm not worried.  We think he'll have about 5 weeks total between the bonus days and vacation.

Tomorrow Paul and I are going to Keukenhof Gardens to see the flowers and the parade.  I'm so excited for this, hoping to get some great pictures and hoping that if Paul takes any pictures of me I don't cry when I see how much more water I am retaining.  My face keeps getting fatter and fatter, my midwife told me it will go back to normal after Brandon is born, god I hope she's right.  I'm really not enjoying these chubby cheeks and double chin.