Saturday, August 30, 2008

only half mad ... really ...

Mostly I'm not as crazy as the previous post. Our therapist pointed out that during the first trimester, I was terrified of losing the pregnancy; during the second, I was afraid of someone breaking into our house in the middle of the night; and now, during the third, I worry the world will end. It's only a matter of scale.

Things are still coming together. SF put the carseat in the car this afternoon. We have clean clothes, receiving blankets, and bumgenius diapers with a supply of disposables until we get our feet under us. The fridge and freezer are stocked with food for September, and the new freezer arrives Monday. Our doctor said the baby is moving down, and that she expects we'll be among the 80% of her patients who go between 39 and 41 weeks. Guess it's time to finish packing that bag for the hospital ...

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Full term

This week, we reach full term.

I find that SF's and my worries have diverged a bit at this point. SF is afraid that something will go wrong during the delivery. I am worried that the delivery will go fine but the world will end.

Seriously. I mean, come on. I know it's crazy. But all of those scary little news stories that the media publishes -- "ha ha ha! this could cause big problems!" -- don't leave my mind so easily just now.

Case in point

Did the start date have to be my due date?

I guess I'm just not ready for things to end just as it seems like they're about to get good.

In saner news, most things are going well. Everything important is going well. The wallpaper border fell off the wall of the nursery, but we'll work that out. We have basically what we need to care for a baby at the start. In theory, anyway. All we have to do is wait on here.