These Final Days

I’m days away.  My mom is over the moon.  I’m quite hesitant.  The Husband is nonchalant.

In these last days, I realized we’re woefully underprepared.  We still don’t have a name.  The bills are due, and I’m the only one with all the passwords to pay them, and I’m waiting on the paycheck.  Not to mention, my doctor’s office would prefer if we prepay so that we don’t have to worry about the bill after the baby.  We still owe a couple hundred dollars.  I finally dragged The Husband to the hospital so he knew where it was, but he was on the phone the whole time there.  I’m hoping backtracking will stick in his mind.  I still don’t have a take-home outfit or a baby book or a new cover for Tornado E’s old seat, since over four years can really wear out denim.  I need to finish the receiving blankets I started.  I have to wash the stroller cover.  I have to finish washing the baby clothes, but I need to put the clean ones in something.  I know.  Details that I shouldn’t worry about.

But in the last days, if I sit in one place for five minutes without eating, I fall asleep.  So if any of my posts don’t seem to flow as well or don’t make the same amount of sense as they used to, it’s because I fell asleep in the middle and sometimes had two naps during a writing session.

Since I’m falling asleep, I’m behind in my blog reading and commenting.  And doing the monthly budget, but we won’t talk about that.  I miss reading on my bloggy buddies.  I look forward to reading everyone off my phone, which I did last week, but I miss commenting so you know I was there.

In these final days, I’m sore.  My hips are sore.  My feet are sore.  My thighs are sore.  My butt is sore.  Really?  My butt?  I never had that happen before.  I’m searching for stretches to loosen those muscles up.  But nothing to kick in labor.  As I mentioned before, I’m hesitant.

In these final days, I realize my patience is wearing thin.  And that my kids can’t to do anything without me telling them a dozen times or yelling.  Oh, and Tornado E is developing teenage attitude.  And Tornado S had decided he’s a baby.  Should I drop the F-bomb now?

Lately, I want a nut bar.  A bar of nuts.  Nuts in a bar form.  Don’t say Payday because The Husband and my dad already asked me that.  I just want a healthy snack of nuts . . . in bar form.  It reminds me in the last days before Tornado E was born I started searching for the perfect trail mix, and I ended up making my own because I couldn’t find anything I wanted.

You know, fresh coconut sounds good right now.  So does vanilla ice cream.  Separately, not together.

In the last day or so, I finally packed my bag.  Mainly because I was tired of hearing my mom nag me about it.

In the last several days, it dawned on me that I should be taking it easy.  Like sitting and resting more.  You know so I don’t send myself into early labor, since I’m hesitant about it.  Bless The Husband for having a laptop so I can write from the cushy couch.

For the last several days, I’ve been trying to vacuum, but something keeps barring the way.  I wonder if I should give up.  I also have started asking The Husband to take out the trash.  I may try nagging again.

In the last days, I wonder if I’m having some sort of psychic block that keeps me from having the baby (NOTE: I meant to say naming the baby, but maybe that was a Fruedian slip).  Maybe I have some real deep issue that needs to be solved.  Or I’m a procrastinater.

It’s just a few more days.

12 Responses to “These Final Days”

  1. zeemaid Says:

    I hope you are resting. I know it’s easy to say, harder to do but you will regret it when you are in the throes of labour and completely tuckered our before it even gets really going. I know I was worn out on my 3rd. I get the hesitation part. Labour is never pleasant even if you are an epidural kind of gal (I was). I just hope you have the baby soon and you all get through it just tickety boo. I’m sure you will. Hang in there and make hubs buy you lots of really good chocolate!!!

  2. breaaire Says:

    You are fine. You know this is just nesting. You’ll get what you really need done, and the rest can just wait.

    The right name will come, when you look at that precious face, and realize they won’t let you take it out of the hospital without one…

    The passwords for paying bills can be written down on a recipe card, and taped to the bottom of the keyboard for the Hubby. And you can explain how to do this when he comes to see you and perfect baby in the hospital.

    PB. The baby’s initials… LOL, Precious bundle, perfect baby, pint-sized boy…

    You’ll be fine. Relax, breathe, and enjoy these last few days. Love your other sons up, maybe put some stories on tape for them while you’re away.

    Nesting is the last sign post. You know what you’re doing, you’ve been through this before. You. Are. Fine.

  3. Evenshine Says:

    http://kindsnacks.com/

    The BEST non-Payday nut bars out there. Great philanthropic moves, too.

    And you are NOT having some psychic block. Have some long walks, or some s*x with the hubs, or some eggplant parmesan.

    Or just vegg out. Lord knows you deserve it.

  4. Maureen@IslandRoar Says:

    Just a few more days…you can do it. Tell that nesting instinct to go take a hike and you go take a nap!

  5. itneverrainsinseattle Says:

    Best wishes to you in these last few days before the arrival of number three.

    Name recommendation: Nolan.

    It’s got that Irish thing going on, it’s easy to spell when you hear it for the first time, and yet it’s also not so common that you’ll run into dozens of Nolans at your boy’s school. 🙂

    (I must confess, that’s the name we chose for one of our boys.)

    Okay, enough with the name suggestions. Warmest of warm fuzzies to you and yours!

  6. Coco Says:

    Sweet – N – Salty bars. They are awesome. Probably already on your cut list but I had to give them a plug.

    Thinking of you and all your boys as you get ready for NewBaby. I can’t wait to hear the story!

  7. Fie Upon This Quiet Life Says:

    Odwalla has a great peanut/chocolate chip bar that I think is great. Just an idea.

    I get the scattered brain end-of-pregnancy thing. You’re nesting. I know it’s tough at the end. I know there’s a lot to do, but you’ve been here before, and you know that babies need a lot less than our society has to offer. A car seat and diapers are about the only requirements. All the rest can wait a little while. The most important thing will be the love you give him, and you know you’ll have a lot of that! As for a name… don’t stress! It’ll come. I would like to suggest William, seeing as I’m a Shakespeare fanatic. But in second place, I’d suggest Logan. Good luck!

  8. naptimewriting Says:

    Boy, this sounds familiar. I couldn’t get enough done and every time someone said, “rest,” I took it like a job and would lie down for, like, five minutes, and then move on to the next thing on the list. And wow did I ache.

    Washing can wait. Vacuuming should be one of the boys. Baby book can wait. Bills have to wait for the check. Once the check is in, pay whatever was due last month and hope it’s close enough.

    And call someone, anyone, to bring over fresh coconut and vanilla ice cream and a Mrs. May’s nut bar.

    I kept thinking that the babyy was waiting for me to do something. baby will come once we move the desk into the living room. Baby will come once we have a name (that didn’t happen until five days after he was born and the hospital was threatening a birth certificate with Baby Boy on it, which is wicked hard to change.) Baby will come if I wash everything again. Nope, nope, nope. Baby came when I gave up and cried that he would never come but that I couldn’t do any more projects. and then he took two days to come out, anyway.

    Good luck. As hard as this week is, you know next week will be a lot harder. Sorry. 😉

  9. Gibby Says:

    I am so excited for you! Don’t fret about falling asleep while sitting…do it NOW while you can. Seriously. My cousin just had a baby girl on Monday and I thought of you while I was holding her. Newborns are so precious. You forget how small they are.

  10. TheKitchenWitch Says:

    Oooh, I’m getting excited! You are so close!

    Have you ever had one of those Pearson’s Salted Nut Rolls? They’re like crack.

  11. faemom Says:

    First off, you all know you’re awesome, right? You all rock my world! Ok, moving on . . . .
    zeemaid~ I haven’t even began thinking of labor. That happens in the beginning of it when I realize “oh shit, this is going to hurt.” But I’ll try to get The Husband to buy some chocolate.
    breaaire~ Thank you for the advice. I love all of it. And I plan on getting to your blog as soon as I’m not falling asleep all the damn time.
    Evenshine~ You make me smile. Thanks for the nut bar suggestion.
    Maureen~ I know. I just hate napping. I like being a whirlwind, or at least reading all my blogs.
    INRIS~ Thanks for the suggestion. I’ll run it by the commitee.
    Coco~ They’re not on my list. I’ll go check them out.
    FUTQL~ Ooo, another bar to try! Thanks for the encouragement and the name suggestion. I know I’ll get there, sooner or later.
    Nap~ LOL I heart you. I really do. Thanks!
    Gibby~ Ah. I know. I just bought some infant shoes that I couldn’t resist. And washing all those baby clothes makes me smile. Well, until I have to wash them all the time with all those stains that are coming.
    TKW~ Thanks for the suggestion! Any food recommendation from you must be good.

  12. Ink Says:

    Oh, now, see if I read your posts chronologically rather than reverse-order chronologically (had the busiest week and am frantically trying to catch up with my blog friends), I would have not said TWO WEEKS??? all shocked. Forgive me.

    I hope you can get some extra rest this week, sweetie.


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