It’s now August. I’m preparing for a wedding I’ve known about since last year, we’re going on Saturday. The funny thing is, when we received the Save the Date back in March, I was newly pregnant and thought, “Wow, I’ll be huge then.”
I also thought it would take ages to get to August 8th, the day of the wedding. Well, it has not taken ages, nor am I huge! Well, not to me, at least. I can still tie my shoes (I think, I haven’t worn shoes with laces in months), still shave my legs (on those rare doctor’s visits), and I don’t need THAT much help getting out of bed or off the couch. Of course, leave it to your friendly random strangers who have the gall to state- not ASK that I must be due “any day now”.
Even the neighborhood Starbucks baristas need to have their say, ranging from “Wow, so you are almost done, huh?” to “Are you sure you don’t want decaf?” when I was picking up a cappuccino for my boss. Now random people stop and ask when I’m due- one woman even guessed the sex of the baby and was so sad when she realized she was wrong!
Now it’s August, then it’ll be September, October, and finally, November. The closer I get the more I worry- Maclaren or Peg Perego? Bay Sky blue or Waterlilly Blue? Changing table or changing pad ON a table? The choices and decisions are limitless. After FINALLY registering this past weekend, I’m a little burned out.
Along with registering, we chose the paint color and finally tackled the baby’s room- cleaning out random things and putting things away. We’re still far from done, though. It’s been so hot lately that I don’t want to do anything, and I feel bad for Paul who is home during the day when it’s at its hottest, since I can’t fault him for doing the same thing- totally preferring to do it later.
I am 24 weeks pregnant. I have sixteen more to go and each day I freak out more. I’m going to be someone’s parent.
