I’m 5 weeks away from my due date. But last night a friend commented that I looked as though I was nesting, as I worked furiously on a sewing project. Ha! I thought. Me? Nesting? Nah.
And then I realized that yesterday afternoon I had put together a list of things to get done before the baby arrives. Currently it is nearly 20 items long. And arranged by “Date to Complete By”. I cleaned our kitchen pantry shelves today. I organized our bedroom. I am annoyed, but trying so very hard to be cool about the fact that the baby’s room is a disaster. I find myself panicking that I won’t have time to get everything on our supply list that the midwife suggests we have. Suddenly it seems like we have so little time to get so much done in. Maybe because the date suddenly seems so close. Because I’ve been banking on the idea of having a late baby but was suddenly hit with the reality that the baby could be here in as little as 3 weeks, or so. I have admittedly been rather impatient and want this baby here, now (I just want to be able to breathe again, really), but need something to focus my attention on in the meantime….so nesting (?) it is.
And then tonight I had a nice little moment with Loki that slowed things down for me a bit. We were reading his bedtime stories and the baby was being particularly active. He wanted to feel it, so he put his hands on my belly. And the baby rolled. I mean…not just rolled. But ROLLED like thunder. And Loki giggled hysterically and asked what it was doing and if it was the baby’s hand that he felt. And I told him that maybe it was, and maybe the baby wanted to hold his hand, and he smiled gleefully. He asked if the baby could hear him talking and I told him that I’m sure the baby could. And that I bet the baby is anxious to meet it’s big brother. I’m anxious too. But small moments like the one I shared with my sweet little boy are making me appreciate the here-and-now. The way my family looks in this brief moment in time, where I can enjoy being the parent of one and the anticipation of two.
