The Waiting Game

I am 38 weeks along with this little boy.  At 36 weeks, our doctor told us that we would be having a September baby and that we probably wouldn't make it another week without having the baby.  Well, we (of course) had a moment of panic and flew into frantic preparations and busted out the nursury and threw a baby-q for our family and friends and cleaned our house top to bottom.  Now what?  We sit and stare and relax... and it's wonderful.  Everyone keeps telling us that we should be freaking out and walking a lot and eating spicy food and trying to get this baby here.  But frankly, I'm loving these few days of peace.  Our bags are packed and we are ready for our baby to be here, but I'm really not in any hurry.  Nate says we're in a "holding pattern" and I think it's a nice way to live for now.  I'm sure there are lots of terribly useful things we could be doing while we wait, but for now, we are catching up on old movies, taking our dogs to the dog park, and sitting on our back porch watching the sun set... basically steeling ourselves for the moment when our lives are turned comepletely inside out and upside down (in the most delightful way) by a screaming, pooping, barfing bundle of love and sunshine.  Any day now....

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