Still can’t wrap my head around the fact that one of these days, any day, we will fully be a family of four. Having kids is a wild, wonderous thing. I didn’t really know that until I had one of my own. Some people are born knowing that. Not me.
Adam is spending these days at his desk finishing up what schoolwork he can before we have a new face among us. The man works crazy-hard and still manages to be present and pleasant and thoughtful. I’m crazy-proud of him. We each have our own little ways of preparing. I cut flowers and drink tea and take smaller walks and tend what needs to be tended. I am also eating. Quite a lot. Adam says I am carbo-loading.
Meanwhile, while my brain seems to lack the capacity for any meaningful creativity, I have been very keen on learning things. Time has slowed and I am craving books. And how did I not hear about Academic Earth until now?
On the night of the day I was 39.0 weeks I began labor with Reed; if the timeline is just the same, that will be tonight. But I don’t think it will be the same. I don’t think it will be tonight. If you want to know my guess, it is Tuesday, but I don’t really mind my guesses. I’d be trilled to meet this baby any day. Truth be told, though I am for the most part comfortable (at least if you ask me in the morning), I would be taking long walks and eating spicy food and all of those funny things people do to nudge things along, but I can’t shake the thought that this is not a baby who would like to be rushed. I want him (her?) to take his time, to live life fully, slowly. Best to start now. Best to learn to trust each other.
(But I really am sick of maternity clothes, and I totally don’t feel like cooking next week.)