35 Weeks: The baby shower and getting ready

I can’t believe we’re here.

Today is 35 weeks. Um, what? I’m pretty sure I just peed on that stick yesterday (or like a week ago) but no, a week ago we had our baby shower.

Two nights ago, we installed the car seat in the CR-V.

Last night, we hooked up the co-sleeper bassinet and I packed (most of) my hospital bag.

Today, I will finish the last load of laundry for the baby – crib sheets, towels and washcloths, and the last few outfits.

Where did all of the time go?

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve had a repeat of the emotions that flooded through me toward the end of September, incidentally right about the time that we got pregnant (you’ll recall we didn’t discover it for about two weeks after that). Two of my friends from high school, who announced their pregnancies right before I discovered mine, have each delivered happy and healthy (and beautiful!) baby girls. Following their progress on social media, from the trip to the hospital to the first few days at home, I find myself thinking again “okay…now it’s my turn.” Not quite, of course – I’m still waiting on two beautiful baby boys who are set to arrive a smidge before A, and we’re not quite full-term just yet.

But I am so ready.

The nursery has evolved from an empty room with ugly and cracking yellow paint to a newborn jungle. We’re shuffling gifts into their respective places and I’ve become an expert in Graco assembly instructions since last Saturday. Each day when I pass the guest room where the swing and pack ‘n’ play are waiting for their new owner, I just look down at my little bump and whisper, “soon…”

Soon, I will meet my son. Soon, he will no longer be only mine.

More to follow…