Goodbye, Week 38! Hello, college football!

Well, today is the end of week 38 and we are excited to be just a week from our due date. It has seemed like it would never get here! And even though we could certainly go over our due date (and I actually tend to expect that we will), the doctor tells us that it won’t be too long. At the very latest, we can expect to check into the hospital for an induction approximately two weeks from tonight. And we all know how fast two weeks goes by!

Today also marks the first weekend of college football. I’m not really a fan of the South Carolina Gamecocks (I refuse to call them the abbreviated version of their mascot’s title), so I can hardly claim to have really cared about their Thursday night win. But my two favorite shades of orange, Tennessee and Clemson, will both be back at it today. Also, our alma mater – and the place where Jonathan himself played college football – Coastal Carolina University will be back on the field as well. It’s a bit of a different feel for the start of football season for me, I must confess…just too much other stuff going on in my life right now. But once Russ is here and the season ramps up, I hope to be able to really enjoy a few games.

After intermittent contractions throughout dinner last night, I woke up this morning at 4:45 am with an aching back, nausea, and hot flashes. Eventually I just gave up and decided to get up and do a load of laundry (since, even sans baby, we seem to never be at a shortage of dirty clothes and towels to wash). But 45 minutes later, I was sleepy again and went back to bed until 9:30. Even now, I feel hung over, like something isn’t quite right. Perhaps someone can tell me if a precursor of labor is feeling as if you’ve time-traveled back to a Saturday “morning after the party” from your junior year of college…because that’s how I feel right now. Groggy, fuzzy, yucky in general. Not to mention, I have weird burns on the roof of my mouth from the soup I ate at dinner last night. Gross.

Today we’re going to clean and set up our master bathroom – Jon has been repairing the drywall above the shower for the past…ahem…couple of weeks. But it’s done now and we’re ready to be back in our normal bathroom so we can set up Russ’s bathroom just for him. I have tons of little hooded towels, washclothes, toys, and bath products to set out, and I can’t wait until he’s here and his little umbilical “stump” falls off. Then it will officially be “bath time!” There will definitely be video cameras involved, and probably a few pictures that will later be used for date night embarassment and perhaps even blackmail.

We also have some other chores and errands to get finished – dropping my computer off at my office and gathering up some of my stuff there that I’ll need while I’m out on leave, finishing up the three loads of laundry that await me, completing the last of the thank you notes that we have to write, and possibly buying a baby swing. And the crazy part is that this is a pretty short and easy Saturday “Honey Do List” for us.

I just can’t express how crazy-busy these last few weekends have been. It has felt like we had NO time left to prepare, but now it’s hitting home that we have once again underestimated Mother Nature’s power to surprise. So we’ll be enjoying part of this weekend at the neighborhood pool and/or walking Russ down around the block. I honestly do not care if my water breaks in front of my husband, my inlaws, the pope (I’m not Catholic, but you get the picture), the President, Trent Reznor, or anyone else on the face of this planet – I just want it to break so I have an iron-clad reason to go to the hospital. Selfish? Oh, perhaps. Realistic and totally understandable? It had better be…

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