We’re at thirty-seven weeks. Egghead is officially full term. While we are still three weeks from our due date, the boy can come at any time, and that’s what we’re telling him today. We’re ready–or nearly so–and it’s simply unbelievable that he’s nearly here.
I’m feeling so much better about dumping the class. I have had time to spend with my wife, time to go on little errands, and time to just sit and read. I’ve done frivolous things! I read The Time Traveler’s Wife (a fantastic novel), and then we went to see it (a terrible movie). We caught up with the new show The Colony, and we’ve even done a little shopping. It feels so good, and while I’m still working at my other job, I don’t have an English 1A-shaped cloud hanging over my head. When I go into labor, my current job goes on hold until I’m ready to come back–and coming back simply means logging onto the computer for a few hours a day whenever I feel like it for as long as I feel like it. Yes, things are getting better.
Today, we’re going to install the carseat into the vehicle we have now affectionately deemed “The Baby Bucket.” The car needs to be retired, but as it’s our only four-door, it’s going to have to do until the car fairy grants us with a new one. We have at least made it safe to drive, and that is what’s important.
Today, we finished writing a one-page birth plan, and I’m going to work on packing my hospital bag. My wife has gotten me some lovely comfort items for birth–some cute little socks, some essential oils for aromatherapeutic purposes, and even some new lipbalm. After the weekend, we’ll chat with the singing doula finally and determine whether she’s going to be a good fit (please, please, please). We also have to talk with our potential pediatrician, get me a hair appointment so our son won’t be terrified upon seeing me for the first time (and because my mom insisted on paying for cut and color for me as an early birthday gift), get the carseat installation inspected, and spend some time with friends. These things are so doable, and I’m enjoying checking them off of our list.
So we’re getting things in order, and it feels good, and I don’t feel so panicked now that 37 weeks has arrived.