Today it struck me that our baby will be here in just over three weeks…
It feels like there’s a lot to do before then… Just as I’m starting to feel that I’ve settled into a comfortable routine here with my parents, it’s time to prepare for more change. T. will be back a week from tomorrow and that will shift things again, of course – hopefully we won’t feel too crowded with four adults and a toddler in a 900-square-foot house (1 bathroom!). My mom’s been helping me sort through clothes and things – she has scoured the basement, cleaned and repaired a number of random household objects, and has become a favored playmate of V’s (although I still have my regular sitter watching her during the day). Mom’s been doing all the laundry and cooking and dusting too. She’s amazing.
Today I dropped off another 24-hour urine, last time in the “old” hospital. They’ve built a new one that opens next Tuesday, which is where the Tadpole will be born, one way or another. I have a c-section “tentatively” (my OB’s word) scheduled for July 7, but he’s willing to see how things progress towards a potential trial of labor. I so appreciate his openness and flexibility – even if I do end up with another cesarean, it helps me feel more at peace about it knowing I’m not locked into it incontrovertibly. Last week my parents did a little volunteer work at the new hospital and got a tour of the maternity wing – which I haven’t even seen yet!
I have been very, very thankful that V. is sleeping much better ever since I decided to try letting her sleep by herself (we were still co-sleeping up until the end of May). It’s working, for the most part. This morning she woke up at 5 (after falling asleep at 9:30 last night), but fell asleep again at around 6 for another 2 hours and woke up in a really good mood. So it was ok.
Three weeks. I can’t believe it.