The Final Stretch
Hello again, baby.
This is the final stretch. In less than two weeks, you will no longer be 100% reliant on your host (your mother) to sustain your life. You'll actually have to do most of the work. It's probably been a nice, cozy environment for most of your tenure in the womb, but by now, you're probably getting pretty crowded in there. I'm sure you want out. There's so much more to do out here, anyway. I know you're going to love it.
Your mom and I visit your cousin, Ben, as much as we can. I can't believe how fast he's growing. He is so fun to watch and be around that I almost can't stand it. On a scale of 1 to 10, interacting with Ben hits around a 10. I could look at him smile all day long. He's not even my own child. After you're born, I'll either explode from excitement, or I'll never leave the house... or a combination of both. I'll probably end up sleeping in your crib with your mom and you.
Speaking of your mom... your poor mom! Most of the pregnancy has been a delight. She did have morning, afternoon and evening sickness for about six weeks, but after that, everything has been smooth sailing. In that last two weeks, though, your mom has been getting blurred vision and her ankles have been swelling pretty bad. It's probably due to pregnancy-induced high blood pressure, or it just might be because her poor heart is pumping so much blood, that it's being overloaded. The docs don't think it's a huge issue, but we are monitoring.
Your mom also wants to keep working as long as possible. She enjoys her career, and it's going to be a little tough for her to let it go. She loves her job and loves the people she works with. Many of them are her friends. It probably very hard... the last day of her work may end up being her last day of work ever. That's a big pill to swallow. Your mom doesn't like change, and this is quite a big one... not to mention the change of caring for a brand new human being. She's going to be a bit bombarded with change in the next few weeks and months. Who knows, though. Perhaps when you are old enough to go to school, she may want to work again, part time. It's up to her, and whatever she decides, I will fully support it.
The bad thing about your mom working as long as possible is logistics. Right now, she works in Livonia, which is approximately an hour away from home or the hospital. I can't imagine what would happen if her "bag of waters" (that is such a funny, midieval term) broke at 4:00pm when she's at Livonia. What happens if she goes into contractions while she's stuck in a gridlock of traffic on I-696? It's bad news. I don't even know if women can drive while having contractions. It's probably a scary thing. Last thing I want to happen is your mom to give birth to you on the shoulder of I-696. She'd be my ultimate hero, but I'd rather save the medals for something else. So, momma, if you're reading this, come home.
On the homestead, the kitchen is about 90% complete. The only thing left to install is the floor. The kitchen looks fabulous... beyond fabulous. I'm hoping that I can get the walls and ceilings cleaned, prepped and primed this weekend. The hardest part is the least physically-demanding part: choosing the color. I've been lobbying terra-cotta (clayish orange) for a while and I think that's what we're going with. It would be nice to actually get everything painted before the floor goes in, but that's wishful thinking. The floor goes in on Monday. Actually, floor installers probably don't like dealing with fresh paint because the paint is so soft that it can scuff when they're laying linoleum. So perhaps I'll just concentrate on prepping the walls and ceiling and getting a coat of primer down.
After kitchen is done, we should be getting our living room furniture in very shortly. I'm sure I'll be getting the call from Art Van that the furniture is ready for delivery when we're in the hospital. The ideal scenario will be if the furniture arrives when you mom is home, hopefully next week. We still need a rug and a plasma TV.
We're totally "nesting" right now in a manic way. I've lived in the house for eight years. It doesn't look anything like the house I originally moved into. There's not much else that needs upgrading in the house. Main bathroom is "OK". Perhaps that will be our next step. I'd really like to get the basement fixed up so we can make a small rec room downstairs. Probably a bar/rec room and a workout room.
Oh, one more thing... now that the kitchen is done we'll finally be able to start using our wedding shower gifts. They have sat in the basement for almost a year.
So much to do... so little time.
This is the final stretch. In less than two weeks, you will no longer be 100% reliant on your host (your mother) to sustain your life. You'll actually have to do most of the work. It's probably been a nice, cozy environment for most of your tenure in the womb, but by now, you're probably getting pretty crowded in there. I'm sure you want out. There's so much more to do out here, anyway. I know you're going to love it.
Your mom and I visit your cousin, Ben, as much as we can. I can't believe how fast he's growing. He is so fun to watch and be around that I almost can't stand it. On a scale of 1 to 10, interacting with Ben hits around a 10. I could look at him smile all day long. He's not even my own child. After you're born, I'll either explode from excitement, or I'll never leave the house... or a combination of both. I'll probably end up sleeping in your crib with your mom and you.
Speaking of your mom... your poor mom! Most of the pregnancy has been a delight. She did have morning, afternoon and evening sickness for about six weeks, but after that, everything has been smooth sailing. In that last two weeks, though, your mom has been getting blurred vision and her ankles have been swelling pretty bad. It's probably due to pregnancy-induced high blood pressure, or it just might be because her poor heart is pumping so much blood, that it's being overloaded. The docs don't think it's a huge issue, but we are monitoring.
Your mom also wants to keep working as long as possible. She enjoys her career, and it's going to be a little tough for her to let it go. She loves her job and loves the people she works with. Many of them are her friends. It probably very hard... the last day of her work may end up being her last day of work ever. That's a big pill to swallow. Your mom doesn't like change, and this is quite a big one... not to mention the change of caring for a brand new human being. She's going to be a bit bombarded with change in the next few weeks and months. Who knows, though. Perhaps when you are old enough to go to school, she may want to work again, part time. It's up to her, and whatever she decides, I will fully support it.
The bad thing about your mom working as long as possible is logistics. Right now, she works in Livonia, which is approximately an hour away from home or the hospital. I can't imagine what would happen if her "bag of waters" (that is such a funny, midieval term) broke at 4:00pm when she's at Livonia. What happens if she goes into contractions while she's stuck in a gridlock of traffic on I-696? It's bad news. I don't even know if women can drive while having contractions. It's probably a scary thing. Last thing I want to happen is your mom to give birth to you on the shoulder of I-696. She'd be my ultimate hero, but I'd rather save the medals for something else. So, momma, if you're reading this, come home.
On the homestead, the kitchen is about 90% complete. The only thing left to install is the floor. The kitchen looks fabulous... beyond fabulous. I'm hoping that I can get the walls and ceilings cleaned, prepped and primed this weekend. The hardest part is the least physically-demanding part: choosing the color. I've been lobbying terra-cotta (clayish orange) for a while and I think that's what we're going with. It would be nice to actually get everything painted before the floor goes in, but that's wishful thinking. The floor goes in on Monday. Actually, floor installers probably don't like dealing with fresh paint because the paint is so soft that it can scuff when they're laying linoleum. So perhaps I'll just concentrate on prepping the walls and ceiling and getting a coat of primer down.
After kitchen is done, we should be getting our living room furniture in very shortly. I'm sure I'll be getting the call from Art Van that the furniture is ready for delivery when we're in the hospital. The ideal scenario will be if the furniture arrives when you mom is home, hopefully next week. We still need a rug and a plasma TV.
We're totally "nesting" right now in a manic way. I've lived in the house for eight years. It doesn't look anything like the house I originally moved into. There's not much else that needs upgrading in the house. Main bathroom is "OK". Perhaps that will be our next step. I'd really like to get the basement fixed up so we can make a small rec room downstairs. Probably a bar/rec room and a workout room.
Oh, one more thing... now that the kitchen is done we'll finally be able to start using our wedding shower gifts. They have sat in the basement for almost a year.
So much to do... so little time.
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