I’m expecting the baby to be late. Apparently, the first ones always are. I was two days late. I’m still regularly late. But, I can’t live my life on what might be. Instead, I have to work with what I know.
Two days. There are only two days left until the baby is due to arrive. It feels like the last leg of a road trip. Who knows what journey we’re actually on? Neither of us enjoy planning a vacation but both of us are too anxious to not have structure.
We’re in for a real treat.
I think I’m ready, though. I mean, the nursery is done, the baby already has more clothes than I do, and we have a bottle sanitizer. I can’t think of anything we’ve missed, likely because I wasn’t responsible for any of the actual purchasing of things, even though I was involved in some of the decision making.
I focused on my crochet.
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