T Minus 12 Days

I’m starting to think that maybe I should do more in the way of baby preparations than simply counting down the days (it’s been two years since I cared for a newborn, and the body does tend to forgive and forget) but to this point I’ve basically taken a “been there done that” approach. From what I do recall, keeping baby fed is what it’s all about in the beginning anyway, so why sweat all the other details?

My surgery is scheduled for the 23rd, but my doctor figures baby will come early — that’s the best news I’ve had in weeks, but he might just be trying to make me feel better about the fact that I’m the size of a duplex. I’ve had some trouble sleeping lately (not least because Chris is sick and can’t seem to stop snoring) but I finally got some good rest when I moved out to the couch at 4 a.m. last night. Maybe I’ll just camp out there for the next 12 days. My parents arrive this weekend and I’m looking forward to having some live-in child care so I can just relax.

The end is near…