We had a doctor's appointment yesterday, and the first thing she said to me was, "You're what, 22 days from your due date?" And I was all, "We're counting in days now, not weeks???" Then I got home and realized that the expiry date on my yogurt was AFTER my due date of July 14th. People, this is happening.
Things have certainly ramped up around here when it comes to baby preparations. I have awesome friends -- two baby showers and four loads of baby laundry later, I think we have pretty much everything we need for the timely or untimely arrival of our little boy. We have a car seat, a stroller, a bassinet, a crib. We have something in the neighbourhood of 75 baby washcloths. We have a freezer full of pre-made meals. We don't have a name. We don't have hospital bags packed. We don't have a birth plan. We don't have a list of people to call when the BIG MOMENT arrives. As you can see, the focus around these parts has mainly been on shopping and cooking, and not on important necessities. BG keeps claiming that there's a giant bird's nest in the corner (i.e. I'm nesting, haha.)
I have three, only three, days of work left before my maternity leave begins. I want to bake a cheesecake. I want to make red pepper jelly. I want to bake banana muffins. I want to crochet more hats. I want to watch seasons 1 and 2 of True Blood. Oh jeez, I have so much to do.
My days are broken into two portions: I wake up to go to work, and then when I come home I have a nap so I can make it through until bedtime (but first, I need a cold shower because I am always too warm.) I wake up in the night more than a couple of times because I am too warm, and because I need to pee, and because sometimes I have a leg cramp. I have become a walking pregnancy cliche.
Only two weeks ago I was an active, participating member of society. Three weeks ago I single-handedly hauled 6 yards of mulch into our back yard and spread it in the garden. Today, I was short of breath standing in line at the grocery store. What will I be doing in a week? Two weeks? Three? Will I be holding my baby?