Thursday, October 22nd, 2009 • 1 Comment on Who Knows? (33w1d)
With less than seven weeks to go, it feels like the clock is ticking even louder and faster these days. I have lists and more lists, trying to get as organized as possible. Is it possible? Who knows, but it makes the days fly by to live by a list.
I’m tired all the time now. I’m sure it’s a combination of factors that make me feel like I’m walking through molasses most of the time, but the afternoon naps of the first trimester are baaaack. I don’t mind too much—except when it interferes with getting those lists crossed off.
Every piece of advice I’m given gets filed away for future reference. People I hardly know offer their help in the form of phone numbers on slips of paper and e-mails and Facebook messages. It’s hard to imagine me calling on anyone for help (and if you know me, you’re nodding in agreement), but I take all of the offers seriously. Again, who knows what the future will bring? I might very well find it necessary to call the wife (whom I’ve never met) of the guy who comes Starbucks to work on his classwork for his graduate program. God, I can’t even imagine how bad things would have to be for that scenario to come true. But I appreciate the offer of assistance.
Everyone asks if Jay will be here for the birth. Um… who knows? My life, at least this portion of my life, is a great big neon question mark right now. I smile and shrug and say we hope so. There’s not much I can do about that right now. Baby is on his own schedule and will be here when he gets here (unless my OB has his way and induces me—which I’m fighting). Hopefully he’ll be kind enough to give me a warning—or take his sweet time once he starts his journey (though I’m not sure how I feel about being in labor for a day or two)—and Jay will be here. If not, Jay will be here shortly after. In either case, I will be here and baby will be here and really, no matter what I might want, that’s all that’s required for this particular equation.
So I work on my lists and nap as my body demands and rub my stomach and tell baby to hang out for awhile and not arrive early. All of the questions will be answered soon enough—at least the ones about his birthday and the guests in attendance. For a little while, everything will seem clear and then all of those parenting questions will start and I’ll be back to saying “Who knows?” soon enough.