Well, two weeks and 4 days until "D-day"- literally, my due date is on December 7th. But who's counting? Okay, I am...desperately. John took this picture of me on Halloween day just before the kids went out. Overall I've felt really good. I've had lots of energy especially since the weather finally cooled down in mid-October. Even now, a 60 degree day gives me hot flashes at night. Between the constant urge to go to the bathroom, the feeling that something enormous has landed on my stomach and has me trapped, and the overheatedness, I'm not getting great sleep these days. I guess it is nature's way of getting me ready for no sleep.
But I think we're "ready." The tiny baby clothes are washed and folded, and thanks to many friends and family members, we've just about restocked on all necessary newborn items from bassinets to diapers and wipes. My mom and dad visited last week and brought beautiful gender neutral cuddly one piece outfits and gowns that look so tiny, but you know will swallow up a newborn. The kids are fascinated by the miniature diapers and tiny little baby undershirts. Julia has willingly cleared out a drawer in her dresser to make way for baby things until we figure out a more permanent landing spot for this new person. But in spite of having diapers and car seats ready to go, I'm terribly worried that I've forgotten everything. How will I manage all the activity in our lives and keep another person alive with my body? Will I be able to chill? Will my children love this new family member or will there be tears and jealousy and complete and utter chaos? (Yes and no to all of the above).
Well I'm off to get a child from the bus. Just thinking how this will work in a few weeks with a newborn to take with me to the bus stop. C'est la vie!
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