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38 weeks and it’s February! I’m glad the baby waited until January ended. February birthdays are rare in our family, so it’ll be unique. For so long I have though of the baby’s due date around Valentine’s Day. And now it seems crazy close. The milk in our fridge expires after the baby’s due date, even. And at the latest, we only have three-ish weeks left. Whew. I feel like I haven’t done much to prepare. But the baby has a place to sleep, a nice safely installed car seat, some diapers, and a hat that looks like a giraffe. I also am trying to keep on top of the laundry, keep the bathrooms cleaned and house vacuumed, and today I cleaned out the spice cupboard, which seemed really important. I have my weekly doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I really am not expecting any progress. It feels so far out of my control and not something I can really focus on like last time. I feel like just being relaxed about it is the best I can do. But, I may get my first-ever pedicure next week…in case a stranger touching my feet does the trick. I already can’t sleep from insomnia and discomfort, so I can’t really imagine a newborn is going to be THAT difficult, so I’m generally pretty excited. I can’t wait to find out the gender. I can’t wait to be able to easily bend over again to put on socks/clean up spilled puzzles/change Rosemary’s diapers/unload the dishwasher and every other daily task that right now makes me feel sore and exhausted. Having a toddler climb on me is doing me in, especially as she thinks my belly is some kind of step stool. I hope the birth somewhat curbs my recent craving for cupcakes and baked goods, because wow. I have managed to catch a few episodes of A Baby’s Story and One Born Every Minute the past few weeks. I’m always super interested to watch, but I always end up a ball of nerves by the end. I cried the other day watching videos of Rosemary as a newborn. And I also cried when Rosemary was watching Marmaduke on HBO and the dog ran away. Totally practical. Andrew’s excited for paternity leave. And probably excited for me to stop routinely complaining about my tiredness. Stay tuned.

38 weeks and it’s February! I’m glad the baby waited until January ended. February birthdays are rare in our family, so it’ll be unique. For so long I have though of the baby’s due date around Valentine’s Day. And now it seems crazy close. The milk in our fridge expires after the baby’s due date, even. And at the latest, we only have three-ish weeks left. Whew.

I feel like I haven’t done much to prepare. But the baby has a place to sleep, a nice safely installed car seat, some diapers, and a hat that looks like a giraffe. I also am trying to keep on top of the laundry, keep the bathrooms cleaned and house vacuumed, and today I cleaned out the spice cupboard, which seemed really important.

I have my weekly doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I really am not expecting any progress. It feels so far out of my control and not something I can really focus on like last time. I feel like just being relaxed about it is the best I can do. But, I may get my first-ever pedicure next week…in case a stranger touching my feet does the trick.

I already can’t sleep from insomnia and discomfort, so I can’t really imagine a newborn is going to be THAT difficult, so I’m generally pretty excited. I can’t wait to find out the gender. I can’t wait to be able to easily bend over again to put on socks/clean up spilled puzzles/change Rosemary’s diapers/unload the dishwasher and every other daily task that right now makes me feel sore and exhausted. Having a toddler climb on me is doing me in, especially as she thinks my belly is some kind of step stool. I hope the birth somewhat curbs my recent craving for cupcakes and baked goods, because wow.

I have managed to catch a few episodes of A Baby’s Story and One Born Every Minute the past few weeks. I’m always super interested to watch, but I always end up a ball of nerves by the end. I cried the other day watching videos of Rosemary as a newborn. And I also cried when Rosemary was watching Marmaduke on HBO and the dog ran away. Totally practical.

Andrew’s excited for paternity leave. And probably excited for me to stop routinely complaining about my tiredness. Stay tuned.

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