11 days until Drew is officially due to appear on the scene...

Andy is scrambling busily at work trying to get as much taken care of before he goes on leave as possible, and hoping we go all the way to our due date so that he's able to get another full week of work in before that happens.

I'm hanging out washing baby clothes, sleeping as much as possible, and calculating the probability that I will go into labor at the dog park given that I'm there for about an hour and a half every day trying to get in as much quality bonding time as possible with Manu and Webby before they get knocked down the totem pole of my attentions.

They have thoroughly appreciated my pre-baby maternity leave and I hope it's not too rough a transition for them as a result. But hey, that's why there are two of them- if nothing, they can sulk in a corner together talking about how much it sucks to be cast aside for some silly bald monkey that doesn't do anything but scream and poop all day long. (At least they know how to catch and retrieve tennis balls!)

We've been going to the doctor weekly so that she can check how things are progressing. It's funny- even though I didn't plan to be early and don't really want to go into labor today, it still makes me feel like my body is doing something wrong when I go in and she says "well, it'll be at least another week- nothing particularly different happening..." Like I was supposed to do my homework and didn't so I got busted and now feel a bit ashamed of my lack of commitment to the process

We're also homebound now which means no more weekend trips to take our minds off of waiting. And I finally decided I should suck it up and pack a bag to go to the hospital. Our lamaze teacher told us we should have a bag ready by 3 weeks beforehand, but I think my theory was that if I didn't have my things together, then nothing would happen, so there'd be no reason to worry. (A bit in denial about actually having to go through the labor process, perhaps...) Once we hit under the 2 week mark though, I began to see the fallacy in this stream of logic, as well as to feel an increased sense of guilt at yet again not living up to the expected standard of crazed baby fever, so at least now I've remedied that and we could hypothetically drop things and go if it becomes necessary.

So now there's not too much to do on the preparation side of things but wait. And wait. And wait. And hope that guy at the mall was right and the baby will just sort of fall out as I'm walking around one day to get the whole thing over with as soon as possible so we can meet this kid already!