Happy Valentine’s Day! Tim and I totally celebrate, by the way, Hallmark holiday or not. Did I ever tell you about the time I left heart shaped post-it’s all over the house for Tim with love quotes on them? It was during the time I’d leave for work WAY before Tim ever got up. I wanted to avoid traffic…he didn’t have to worry about traffic for his commute…I digress.
I tip-toed around the house and put them all of the places he visited when he got ready in the morning so he’d have a quote to read as he got in the shower, put on his socks, ate breakfast, etc.
It was an awesome, creative idea if I do say so myself. Sneaking around the house at 4 in the morning…slightly more challenging.
And I think I’ve mentioned how Tim has always gotten me roses for Valentine’s Day? It all started with the first Valentine’s Day we spent together…this is our thing and it’s fun so I’m wishing you a day of love and chocolate and roses.
Anyhow, for you non-celebrators (lovey-dovey party poopers), what I really wanted to say today was…
Funny how I went from OMG. FREAKING OUT. about having a baby to OMG. SO READY. in the span on nine months.
It’s a strange transition, really. One I didn’t think I’d fully make, to be honest. I really didn’t see myself as “ready” for the whole labor and delivery and you’re giving me a brand new baby to take home? Without supervision?!
But, I am.
There are random things I think about, probably because of the hormones or lack of sleep or something else that leaves me just as delirious.
For instance, earlier today I realized that Tim I just had our last weekend ever in the whole entire universe as a family of two. Even if the sprout holds out until next week, my mom will be here this weekend so without really realizing it until now – and now is too late to really do anything about - Tim and I will never have a weekend where it is “just us” ever again.
Once I realized that this was, truly, our reality, I started thinking back to all of the recent weekends we’ve had and got all nostalgic on myself like, “WHY DIDN’T I PAY MORE ATTENTION?! TAKE PICTURES?! CHERISH IT?!”
(begin pregnancy tears)
But let’s be realistic. Every waking moment for the past two weeks has been babybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybaby.
Is he coming? Are you feeling anything? Will I wake up and my water has broken? Will I wake up to contractions? Will we have to call someone at 2am to take care of the dogs? Have we packed everything? Do the cats have enough food? What about the water bowls we need to put down? Are we sure we packed everything? Who is going to remember the car seat? Are you sure that wasn’t a contraction? Remember we put a checklist on the door…
It’s exhausting, really, waiting on the sprout.
Tim and I make sure the house is generally picked up and declutter every day and then vacuum, run the dishwasher and wash and put away all of the laundry every three days or so. The last thing we want is to come home to a mess so we’re preemptively striking.
Hopefully it pays off.
I’m sure all mom’s – first time or not – go through this anticipatory period at the end of their pregnancies when the due date you were given is really just a guide and any day could be THE DAY your life changes.
Unless you have something scheduled and set in stone where you know the baby is coming on X date.
And even if that was my reality, I’d probably still be nervous.