Two weeks to my due date and I'm feeling fat and nervous and excited. Also sore hips, muscle stiffness if I sit too long and near-constant trips to the bathroom. Today I realized that I was doing the NYC mother's version of "nesting": trying to hire a housecleaner and nagging the husband to go to IKEA and pick up furniture.
I've packed a half-assed bag for the hospital, neglected to add a toothbrush, and still have nothing cute for the new baby to wear home from the hospital. Clearly I am a pathetic mess, and thus just about ready for the baby to arrive.
Some bright spots in all this: We've has several very successful "dry-runs" of what Trixie will do when we go to the hospital. She'll go home with her friend Carmen and Carmen's parents for a sleepover. Everyone involved had a great time on the full rehearsal Monday, which also allowed us to go to the VBAC refresher class at the hospital.
That's the other bright spot: A really great class and instructor and some four and a half hours of focusing on -- oh yeah! -- the new baby. Which as parents of a toddler happens pretty gorram infrequently. I suppose I could let the guilt on that front start right there, but I am too lazy. I never was all that obsessed about Trixie in utero either, frankly. Too busy earning a living and all that.
Still nervous about labor, seeing as how I never went through it last time, but of course no nervousness at all about the prospect of another C-section -- except that recovery would be much harder with a 35-lb toddler I am forbidden to pick up for six weeks. So I hope it goes well for that reason.
Let the baby pool guessing games begin!