Dear Last Month of Pregnancy

I was 36 weeks pregnant yesterday. We’re at the point where I could almost have a baby anytime or it could be a month before I have a baby. I don’t know which. I’ve tried to convince the child to send me an email with 48- hey, I’d take 24!- hours notice on when he plans on arriving but it seems like he doesn’t email yet or something like that.

Waiting is hard. When do I mop the floor? Do we have enough food in the house? Can I wear that shirt today if I really want to wear it home from the hospital? These are the mental dilemmas that plague me. Oh, and stuff like, how’s labor going to be? But you know, what can I do about that?

One thing I do know- I don’t intend to sit on the couch for the next month and wait to have this child. While I’m anticipating when I get to see his little eyes for the first time, I’ll be reading books to the little eyes I do see. I’m going to invite people over for dinner (surely they’ll excuse me if I go into labor, right?), I’m going to check books out of the library, and I’m going to keep working on these house projects. (Sorry, babe.)

Lest you think I’m being unreasonable, I’m not signing up for a marathon in two weeks. I also promise to take a nap during Daniel Tiger most afternoons, spend some time sitting beside the pool “working on my tan,” head to bed early most nights, and always say “yes” when the friends I invite over offer to bring pizza with them (bless them, really.). It’s a mindset thing for me. There’s is life for the living in the waiting and I intend to do as much with it as I can.