90 Days = 3 months = Parenthood

27 Weeks, 1 Day (And Andy wonders why I don't like taking these pictures...)

I looked at the calendar today, and noting that it's the 25th, had a moment of panic reflection as I realized that my due date is exactly 3 months away. 90 days and counting. Seems like yesterday we were dumbfounded by the positive pregnancy test... and only hours later, similarly struck dumb by the knowledge that we were having a girl. (On a related note, my "mother's intuition" clearly needs fine tuning as I definitely, utterly, and completely thought we were having a boy.)

From Andy's recent posts, you might gather that I've slipped into nesting mode. He politely calls it "settling back into the house," but I'm here to label it by its true name: full-scale nesting. Andy's been a good sport, in many cases equally eager to get things done around the house, but I know he's had to keep a sense of humor about it at times... like when I decide I'm tired of looking at a cluttered room and grab a trash bag and a recycle bin and go nuts ridding our house of anything that isn't firmly secured in place. What can I say? At times I just. can't. stand. it. anymore. Normally I'm not bad at compromising with my husband the pack rat, but these days...

I'm feeling bigger every day. I find myself out of breath after walking the dog for 10 minutes. Getting up out of a chair, or standing up after sitting or kneeling on the floor is no longer a feat I can accomplish easily alone. It's a bizarre feeling for someone who has always considered herself athletic and generally fit. Add to that a baby who already likes to kick/punch in uncomfortable places and you've got a recipe for some discomfort (and yes, pregnancy veterans, I know it will get a lot worse). Speaking of baby movement, while I agree that it is an amazing feeling and certainly not like anything else I'll ever experience, I have to also admit that it can be terribly distracting and even uncomfortable at times. Particularly when she decides it's time to practice her tap dancing moves on my bladder.

It all adds up to the growing (literally) reality that we're rolling downhill towards parenthood. Next up is childbirth classes (every Tuesday night in February), and then infant care and breast feeding classes. Soon enough the baby's furniture will arrive and her room will be completely set up. And then it will be time to actually give birth (not sure I'm ready to think or talk about that yet).

Only 90 days. Wow. Let the countdown begin.