3 weeks and counting!
Friday marked 37 weeks for Candice carrying our baby, which means that we have less than 3 weeks to go until the due date! What’s even more freaky is that people keep telling us, “Well, it could be anytime now, couldn’t it?” First of all, that’s so British to end a statement with a question- stop it. Second of all, that is the last thing you should say to someone who is trying not to be stressed… now I’m just gonna be on the edge of my seat for the next 3 weeks! If Candice sneezes, I’m googling, “Can sneezing cause labor?” It’s just not healthy to be that high-strung for so long.
Of course, some of the above is for comic effect, and I don’t feel super anxious just yet, mostly because statistically Candice is much more likely to go past her due date rather than deliver early. But still, knowing that it could be any time is a little unnerving.
People have told us that we need to eat out more often since it will be more rare for us to go out after we have the baby. We’ve really taken that bit of advice to heart, I think, and have been giving ourselves permission to eat out just a little more. We went out to a nice place on our anniversary this week, and yesterday we went to pizza hut, which was the polar opposite of the nice place. I think we were the only ones in the restaurant who didn’t have three screaming kids; there was crying, running, yelling… and that was just the parents trying to corral their kids. It was like we were being shown the reality of what our life will be like soon. All in all, I think we’re fine with it… after all, if having kids means you take them to pizza hut on Saturday, we feel like we could handle a little more pizza in our lives.
We’ve also been ‘nesting’ a little bit… but I’ve realized that my nesting is very different from Candice’s. Candice wants to get all the laundry done, while I’m more concerned about having all of my camera and camcorder batteries fully charged, memory cards cleared off, and picture organizing and backup protocols set up and ready to go. All of which, let’s be honest, is just as important as laundry :).
The other humorous part of my ‘nesting’ instinct is, big surprise, related to food. I’ve been really eager to make a giant crock pot full of chopped barbeque and freeze it all. Apparently, I don’t feel prepared to bring this baby home unless I can, at any given moment, have a chopped barbeque sandwich at the ready.
I’d better go, I’ve got a lot of restaurant dining, computer organizing, and chopped barbeque making to do before we have this baby!