Spitting Distance

Almost all of my remaining doctor appointments are booked. Officially there are 9 weeks to go until my due date, which means 6 more appointments. 6 more mornings of peeing in a cup, stepping on a scale and listening to a heartbeat before I head into work late. As much as I dislike having to re-arrange my schedule to drop Timmy off for daycare and still get an early-enough appointment to make it to work at a reasonable hour, I remember missing seeing my doctor after Timmy was born and I am pretty sure I'll miss it even more this time. I love them and love catching up with them.

Today I took the hospital pre-registration form with me to fill out. Looking at that, and remembering that I last saw it when I was touring the hospital before having Timmy, suddenly made baby Airplane's arrival seem very real and imminent. I'm not nervous at all about the physical delivery and I'm only slightly apprehensive about the logistics of arranging care for Timmy when I go into labor. What gives me occasional panic attacks is that we are not prepared to bring her home. There is still plenty of time, sure. But we don't have the corner of our room cleared out to put the bassinet in (much less a nursery). We haven't bought diapers or ...what else do you need for newborns, I forget! We have about 3 outfits she can wear, none of which have been washed (because there is nowhere to put them). We still have to buy a carseat and re-assemble the baby gear that is in storage.

Realistically, it will get done before she arrives and even if it doesn't, she will survive. But I like things to be planned and ready, well in advance. I actually arrive at the airport 2 hours before domestic flights and 3 hours before international flights. Cutting it close is not my thing.

So here we go. About 2 more months to prepare!