11 days to go...

Dear Baby Girl,

HOLY CRAP. Where did the time go? We are almost in single digits counting down to your projected due date, but really you could arrive any time you feel like it! Dad and I are on our toes with our hospital bags packed, car seat ready to go, pediatrician picked out, and now we’re hunkering down to play the waiting game. I’m still going to work every day, but I bring an emergency bag with a towel and a change of clothes if go-time should happen to happen during work hours. I hope it doesn’t, but if it does it might lead to a dramatic (albeit embarrassing) story.

At our 38-week doctor appointment I was officially 1 cm dilated. Immediately alarm bells went off in my head saying, “SHE’S COMING NOW, OMG!” BUT apparently it could still be another week or two… or it could be today! Impossible to tell. However, the doctor definitely doesn’t expect you to go past your due date so it looks like we will have a September baby on our hands! Dad was slightly hoping you would be born on his birthday (10/5) so that he would never again get attention on his birthday, but it’s not looking like it. Silly Dad, like you and I would allow him to forget his birthday anyway! There’s a higher chance you will be born on Nonna’s birthday (9/23), which I’m sure she would LOVE.

(Readers, get your bets in now!)

And so, the waiting continues. I’m still wandering around the house thinking of everything else I could possibly do. As always, my ambitions generally exceed my energy. I get contractions frequently at work, but I believe they are Braxton-Hicks because they always seem to subside when I get up and walk around. Also, they don’t hurt (just a tightening), and I’m told that is not the case for the real deal. I’m definitely afraid of going into labor and not knowing it (no source of information provides a crystal-clear definition), but I’m told I will know. 

And so… we WAIT.

Love,

Mom

Updated picture of your nursery.
The walls are still empty, and the window curtain-less.
This is one of the items on my list I still haven't gotten to. Oops.

Your bookshelf is starting to fill up, but I hope to add to it.
The QUILT is hand stitched by your Great Gram Nette and it is absolutely perfect.

I managed to make some mini chicken pot pies for the freezer.
If the chicken-to-vegetable ratio is lacking,
it's your father's fault.
The squash in the corner still hasn't transformed into its intended dish.
It's in the refrigerator, waiting to be made into something.
Dad says I start too many projects at once and then have
lots of half-finished projects going on.
He's right.