18 days until the baby is due. Which really doesn’t mean much since baby’s rarely come on their due dates. But in terms of practicality that’s what we go by–and pray she comes early. On my calendar I have “Baby Due” entered on January 22, though thanks to the speediness with which I entered the info it’s set for 8:00 a.m. I think I meant to check “all day event,” but we’ll see if the kid sticks to my calendar. Not likely.
So the final days before birth are kind of insane. I’m in an especially odd spot because I finished a massive project for work last week, so I’m much more relaxed this week and beginning to return to normal. But rather than starting the next big project, I feel like the day before a vacation where I’m scrambling to get every last thing done, continually adding to my to do list both so I can remember everything and so I can check them off in triumph (I actually added “refill dog food containers” to my list today).
Things on my to do list yesterday included dropping off books at Goodwill that have been sitting on the basement landing for over a year, making a run to the dump with our old storm door and various bits of crap from the corner of the garage and recycling the printer cartridge that’s been sitting in my office for two months.
Two days ago we rearranged the living room, our semi-annual tradition that we apparently needed to get in before the baby came. I even cleaned and reorganized my office on New Year’s so when the baby comes the inevitable piles that come will be new piles, as opposed to piles on top of piles (my standard method of organization).
It’s all so very odd, like preparing for a trip, except there’s no exact departure date. So I just carry on, trying my best to keep things clean and organized and kept up so we’re not caught with a pile of moldy dishes or almost-due bills when the baby comes and we rush to the hospital and drop off the face of the earth for days or more likely weeks.