Where have the past eight months gone?!
Truly, I can’t remember another season of my life ever passing by in such a blur. It seems like yesterday I was marveling at my wee belly bump and giggling about Baby’s first kicks. And now we’re less than two weeks from her due date! My belly bump is anything but “wee.” Jeff announced to his coworkers recently, in the presence of a horrified intern, that his wife is “large and in charge!” He’s so charming, isn’t he?
As far as logistics go, we’re pretty close to ready. Baby has clothes, diapers, a bed, and an enviable shoe collection. Mommy is studying up on Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth and trying to wrap up one last editing project. Daddy is rearranging furniture, has important phone numbers tucked into his wallet, and is ready to install the carseat base at a moment’s notice. Big brother Cboy is grinning gleefully at every baby he encounters, talking about Baby’s tiny little clothes and pink bear blankie, and constantly — constantly — requesting that we read There’s a House inside my Mommy.
My dad will be arriving next Wednesday to play babysitter/nanny for Charlie whenever Jeff and I head to the hospital. (As a side note, you can pray along with my dad that Junebug decides to make her appearance on June 7, my dad’s birthday. =) Even if she doesn’t come on the exact day, he’s pretty convinced that this granddaughter is his very own birthday gift! I love how giddy he has been.) If I go into labor before next Wednesday night, my friend Jessica is wonderfully excited to be on call for nanny duty!
So we’re all set. Logistically. Emotionally? Well, I guess we’ll see about that!