The Last...Easter

I've been crying a lot.  Not cuz I have a billion extra hormones surging thru my body but because Hans is about to be an only child no more.  He's my first baby.  We've been thru so much together, I mean, Justin has been deployed or tdy for over half of his life and it has just been me and my little mancub.  We've put tens of THOUSANDS of miles on the vehicle together, stopped at our fair share of shady gas stations together, been dead sick all alone together, fussed at the dogs together, memorized Sirius Radio's 80's on 8 playlist and lyrics together...and now I'll have to split my attention between 2 babies. 

(Sidenote)
Gay has become concerned and intervened.  She's the one who told me that I need to stop calling Hans 'Baby Hans.' She also ordered and sent a book from Amazon (this is huge as Gay + interwebs = virus-filled CPU) entitled, "A Baby Is Coming To My House." I've been instructed to read this book daily to Hans.  I'm also getting the standard Gay voicemail guilt trip, "Joan, Baby Hansie deserves a whole lot. A whole lot.  He has a little soul."
(End Sidenote)

So, Hans, one day when you're reading up on your mother's blog (not that you or any other kid is gonna give a rip), please know that you're the moon of my life, I didn't know love or life before you, and you'll always be my sweet German baby.

The bloody end of my rope

There. I said it.

I'm 36+ weeks and I went to the commissary this morning and bought myself a bottle of castor oil and a few (5) fresh pineapples. 
Justin's going tdy tomorrow but do I care if I go into labor without him? Nope.
I'm at "that" stage where sleep at night is a joke and my hands are falling asleep constantly.
This kid, weighing in at 7 pounds, is head-down and determined to up my chances of becoming an avid Flomax pill-popper.
I'm making a lot of unnatural sounds, so much so that while cuddling (if you can even call it that when I'm the size I am) last night Justin said, "I'm starting to feel guilty for getting you pregnant."

Bottom line:  I'm ready to meet Rowan and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help him rear his precious head.
Advice gladly welcomed.