The Final Countdown

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Doo doo dooooo doooooooo.

do do do do dooo

I am sure that from the bunch of doooos above, you know that I am referring to Europe’s classic song, “Final Countdown.” I think it was probably hard for you to realize the song without my hand motions.


It is the Final Countdown for Baby. (The baby with no name. Oddly enough, I am not stressed out about that. I suppose I think it will come to me in a moment of enlightenment. Probably not, but that helps me sleep at night.) Right now, there are 26 days left until the “official due date.” That is really not that many. Only 18 more days of work. Only three more weekends to pack and unpack my “hospital bag.” Only three more weekends that it will be just Jake and I alone. That is such a weird thought. I guess it is too late to plan that vacation to Sandals St. Lucia.

And, freakishly, I am quite calm about everything. I am not really anxious or stressed or scared. Of course, I would like the baby to come soon so my stomach would stop stretching to gargantuan proportions, but I have been feeling okay otherwise. I am actually looking forward to the birth. Maybe all of my books and Discovery Health Network watching has prepared me well. I learned WAY more from that network than all of our Lamaze classes put together. I even feel like I am close to becoming an OB/GYN. Maybe I can offer to put my epidural in myself. Who needs stinkin’ doctors anyways?

I suppose that my Type A control-freak tendencies have helped me out in “being prepared for baby.” That, and the fact that Jake is home right now and he has worked very hard to take care of everything that I tell him to. He painted the nursery, put the crib together, moved around all of the baby gifts, picked up the dry cleaning and cleans his little butt off. God love him. If I didn’t have him, we would be living in a world of filfth and dining on Combos and beef jerky every night.

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