All throughout this pregnancy when people ask, “When are you due?” I reply, “January 4th.” It’s become an automatic response–one I give without even thinking about it: January 4th. January 4th. January 4th. Well a couple of weeks ago someone asked me, “How much longer do you have left?” I was about to spit out my standard “January 4th” but realized this question required a different answer. One I had to think about for a second. “Six weeks,” I finally replied.
And then I nearly passed out.
When did this happen? Where did the time go? I haven’t even finished What To Expect When You’re Expecting yet, and it’s almost time to prepare for the next stage: What To Expect When You Have a Crying Baby & A Hangover. We still need to get the car seats installed and inspected! And wash all her clothes and bedding in that special baby laundry soap at least once before we move on to giving everything the sniff test and deciding it’ll do. I still have to finish the nursery! And stock up on onesies, and burp cloths, and diapers, and wine! I STILL NEED TO STOP SWEARING! AND GET THE MOM HAIRCUT!
hell heck did the time go?
When we first found out we had a baby on the way, nine months seemed like an eternity. But now I’m wishing we had another nine months! At that time, five (including me) of the fifteen women at my office were expecting. Three of them have already had their babies–guess who’s next in line?
We’re now 3 1/2 weeks from D-Day and I’m feeling a little more prepared. The car seats are installed, the wine rack is stocked, and I’m almost finished reading Sippy Cups Are Not for Chardonnay. Excitement is definitely out-weighing anxiety at this point.
That was, of course, until someone recently pointed out that January 4th may be my due date, but this baby could easily come any day now.
Asshole. Er, I mean doo-doo head.
(I may need an extension on a few things.)