Tomorrow is the big milestone…37 weeks. We plan on celebrating by putting the baby carseat in the car. I will officially be eligible for a home birth.
I will officially be able to say that the baby can come “any day now”. Any day over the next five weeks, that is.
There are only a few more things on the “must do” list:
Take pictures of the girls with their “baby brother”. (Tonight we got at least a little video of them kissing him goodnight). And therefore pictures of me, in all my round glory.
Fix the hot water spigot in the laundry room. When trying the hose for the birthing pool out today, we discovered that the faucet leaks badly. Didn’t know because we don’t use hot water to wash clothes. The idea of heating water on the stove to fill the pool is not appealing. Although, our hot water heater puts out so little hot water, we’d probably end up using the stove anyhow.
Grandpa Jim left today, so that’s all taken care of. (Pictures later!)
Buy orange juice for an after-birth picker upper.
Buy a frozen cheesecake. I’ve decided that I want the birthday cake to be cheesecake, not a baked cake.
Air out the plastic liner for the tub. Karen says it smells strongly like…plastic.
And THEN we’ll be officially ready. Tomorrow marks the day when I don’t leave dishes in the sink, and I always pick up before going to bed, and I always always get plenty of sleep.
Tomorrow also marks the day when I enter that funny end-of-time waiting period. This is something I’ve never quite figured out…how to balance being ready and still being involved and invested in life.
How did YOU do it? Did your babies take you by surprise? Did labor just happen naturally and organically with little or no anxious anticipation on your part? Did everything come to a standstill as you waited for the first pang?
Somebody please tell me I’m not the only one who finds these last days rather…unpredictable.