It's strange that Friday still has such an appeal to me now that I am home most days. I think I actually look forward to Friday more now than ever. Something about knowing the weekend is here, that I can have some quality time with Tom, and that I'm one week closer to March 22nd.
March 22nd still feels far away... and yet really close at the same time. The thing that drives this crazy-planner-person nuts is that this baby can safely come anytime between 37 and 42 weeks. Since I am 34 1/2 weeks along, this means this baby could be here in 2 1/2 weeks! WHAT!? Of course, it also means that this baby could be here in 7 1/2 weeks... which, yes, is April. (Again, WHAT?!)
As someone who firmly believes that in most cases it is safest to let the baby come when the baby is ready (admitting fully that there are times when induction is necessary, but not nearly as much as is the case these days), I still secretly hope that this baby is ready sooner rather than later. It doesn't help that my mom's kids all came early. (I was, in fact, three weeks and 1 day early. Go me!) I keep telling myself the benefits of letting the child incubate longer, because thinking of waiting another almost-8 weeks makes me want to cry. Just a little. (Sometime a lot.)
Then there are those moments when I think, "Baby, take your time." For example, this morning as I had the luxury of staying in my bed past my usual wake-up time, cuddling with Tom, and just relishing in this "just the two of us" moment I couldn't help but think how drastically things will change in such a short time. I am trying to mentally prepare myself for the no-sleep, crashing of hormones, poopy diapers, crying (by both me and child, I'm sure), and all the other "recovery" stuff that is on my horizon.
So pretty much I feel like a crazy person with multiple personalities. I'm amazed how quickly I can jump back and forth between total excitement and complete anxiety. But I do know one thing, this baby will be loved. And Chaos will have some awesome (if not perfect) parents.
In other news, to prove Tom's awesomeness, I will share the following story. I found it hilarious:
With Tom's new work schedule, most days he gets home around 10:30 P.M. This week was a little different with a conference scheduled throughout the week, causing people to sub different shifts while various employees attended parts of the conference. Wednesday night Tom didn't get home until after midnight.
This means Tom was pretty tired the next day.
So last night (Thursday night), Tom was coming home at his usual 10:30 time. He walked up the stairs to our door and stuck his key in. But the key wasn't working. Not being fully alert, Tom continued to try to make his key work. Then he heard a man's voice from behind the door:
"Who is there!?" The voice said strongly.
Tom, confused, wondered what guy was in HIS home with HIS wife. With a little more urgency he tried the key again. Once again, and a little bit louder, a voice came from the other side of the door:
"Who is there!?"
Finally, Tom looked up at the house number only to realize that he didn't make it up all three flights of stairs to our condo. He was on the second floor. Luckily, the people who live underneath us are really nice and we are pretty comfortable with them.
"I'm sorry, guys," says Tom in his pathetic whoops-I-made-a-mistake-and-now-I-am-embarrassed voice, "It's me, Tom. I just got home from work, and I'm tired. And I'm at the wrong house."
To top it off, our neighbor's door wasn't even locked which means Tom double-failed at opening this door. Everyone had a pretty good laugh about this, especially Tom's caring wife who has since brought up this experience about 42 times since it happened.
Happy Friday, Everyone!
3 comments:
I wish you (and Tom) a baby who learns to sleep at night really soon!
Wow. That is some serious tiredness! And poor J family, I bet they were FREAKING out. I totally would have been freaking out. But, it is a good story!
That story is awesome! It would have been even better if he had made it in the house and went and cuddled up in their bed with them.
I'm glad that you guys are getting cuddle time now. Enjoy it. The only AM cuddle time we get now is family cuddle time (which is still a lot of fun!) but consists of a 11 month old crawling all over Phillip and I while we snuggle and a 3 year old telling us the sun is up and we need to get out of bed!
Also, I hope your baby comes early too. I hate the last month of pregnancy with a purple passion. Aubrey was 8 days late (and then induced) and Katelyn was 4 days late. By then, I feel like I'm carrying around a growing stomach tumor that will never come out. If you get to that point, be rest assured that there really is a baby in there and it will indeed come out at some point.
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