2 weeks
Two weeks until due date and I’m ready.
Okay, ready is relative. I don’t know that I’ll ever be ready for taking care of both a newborn and a toddler (preschooler according to the website that sends me weekly child development updates) at the same time, but that’s just one of those things I’ll have to do, not really prepare for. When I say ready, I mean the house is pretty much ready to go.
I’ve got a freezer full of meals that should last us until Bob finishes school for the summer and a few more things to cook and freeze in the next day or two. I’ve got a chicken stock portioned for two different kinds of soups- chicken noodle and a vegetable- and a beef roast that will become beef stew. I know, not the most seasonally appropriate foods, but they freeze well and use ingredients I have so I don’t have to make any special shopping trips to accommodate.
The nursery is not set up, but the gender-neutral newborn clothes and diapers are washed and folded and the other seasonally appropriate boy’s clothes are out and ready to be washed if it’s a boy. Baby gear is ready to go. I still need to dig out the Boppy pillow (which I found utterly useless for nursing, but fantastic for sitting on after delivery) and wash the cover, but that’s the only thing that really needs to be washed.
The house is in a perpetual state of fairly clean. Well cleanish. I’ve been straightening and vacuuming and organizing daily so the house is ready for grandparents, aunts and uncles to come in and take care of Sam. Lists have been written, outlining how to wash the cloth diapers and basic Sammy-care like “don’t forget to change his diapers,” and “he needs to wear sunscreen in the sun.”
Now I’m just waiting. Impatiently waiting. This baby could come any minute or it could come in four weeks. This part is the hardest. I’ll pack my bag when the contractions hit. I’m afraid if I pack too soon the baby will never come.
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