Lucy’s official due date is one week from today, but if she wants to sneak out a bit early, we are all for it!!! We are ready for her (and I am ready to have her outside of my body).
Maternity leave- CHECK! I’m officially on maternity leave which is a huge relief since it was a big push at the end to get lots of my summer work done ahead of time. I did wear pointe shoes up to 38 weeks, 1 day, but was ready to hang them up for a bit.
Cleanish house- CHECK! If she doesn’t come early, weird projects will most certainly be tackled. I mean I’ve already labeled the remote controls to ease grandparent tv navigation. What’s next- laundry room reorg?
Baby stuff all set up- CHECK! Otis helped build the rock n play and pump up the tires in the double stroller. Lucy’s got clothes for the next two years folded in the closet thanks to plentiful hand-me-downs from friends. And the car seat is in the car.
39 week Dr. Appointment- CHECK! Yesterday Otis accompanied me to the doctor for a check up. He was amazingly patient since they kept us waiting over an hour! We read magazines and ate snacks and other than calling me a turd burglar (thanks for coining that one Brad), he was on his best behavior. I was so hoping the doctor would say any day now, but sadly her prediction was that Lucy would be late. No!!!!!
So we shall wait and I shall waddle and she shall choose the timing of her grand entrance.
I will leave you with a silly story . . . One night Brad was like “who are you texting?”
I said “Jodi is asking if we want to go halves on a Costco pack of toilet paper cuz they won’t use it all up before they move. Don’t worry- I said yes. And I’m simultaneously following up with Megan about bananas.”
Weird look on Brad’s face.
“You see I brought snacks for the kids to the park today and I was telling the other moms that I tried to bring the bananas that are nearing the end of their life, but Otis didn’t feel that was a cool enough snack. Megan got excited and said she’d been wanting to make banana bread but didn’t have mushy bananas. So . . . I’m dropping bananas on her porch tomorrow and banana bread will be waiting for us when we get home!”
Brad’s reply- “oh my god- you are so domesticated!”
Fast forward an hour to when a dude comes to pick up the treadmill we are giving away (after letting it gather dust for a few years). Brad goes out to help him load it into his car and comes back in with a stricken look on his face. Eyes downcast, he says solemnly “I just complimented him on his minivan.”
Ha ha ha!