After being told that our little guy could make his appearance any time now, we got serious about preparation.
The bags are packed. And already in the car.
The car seat is installed, secure, and balanced.
The crib is assembled and made up.
The changing table, also assembled, is well stocked with wipes, diapers, butt paste, diaper-changing distractions, and the daddy-to-be tool belt.
The baby clothes are washed and hanging (in accordance to size) in the nursery closet.
The linen closet is full of clean baby wash cloths and towels, and the bathroom is stocked with infant care necessities and the baby bathtub is hanging in the shower.
The stroller is ready and waiting by the front door.
The freezer is well stocked with food.
We have done everything two people can possibly do to prepare for a baby's arrival. We are as ready as we're gonna be.
However, we didn't take into account the feelings of the other person in this scenario--namely our son, who seems to be quite content to be getting bigger every day and stretching my belly to epic proportions.
We had our 39-week appointment today--baby is healthy and big, with a strong heartbeat....and no change in effacement or dilation. Little stinker. I'm still having regular contractions, so I'll be going back in three days to check again. The doctor mentioned talking about induction at the point, but unless I'm in agony (which I'm not right now, just some discomfort) I think we'll let nature do its thing.
Of course, if nature wanted to speed things up just a little bit, that would be okay too.
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