39 Weeks

It’s fall. All weekend we had crisp, cool temperatures and blue skies; at night it’s been down into the 40s. I hesitate to believe it—experience has proven that such lovely fall days could be clobbered without warning by a return to high-80s temperatures and a seemingly endless summer—but for now it is just beautiful. We may not have spectacular fall foliage where we live, but the cool temperatures still make it feel like October should feel.

I have a jittery back-to-school kind of feeling; the kind of feeling I always get before taking a big trip, knowing something momentous is about to happen. There are less than two weeks now until my due date, and though I don’t really believe she’ll come this early, she very well could. It was on our minds all weekend. Friday night, we went out for Indian food after some shoe-shopping at DSW—a relaxing evening we won’t have too many more of, at least for a while. Saturday began a whirlwind two days of final preparations. Saturday, we did what felt like a pretty thorough tour of every big box store Roseville has to offer—Wal-Mart, Target, Old Navy, Barnes & Noble, Michael’s, Babies R Us. We bought diapers (our first diaper purchase!), a mattress cover for the crib, nursing and hospital garb for me, other sundry items. Sunday we hemmed and ironed all the curtains in our house, a fairly arduous process—and the baby probably won’t even appreciate it. She probably won’t even notice that the curtains in her room match the lining of the drawers in her bureau. But we will, and so we managed to get it all done.

Some preparations remain, so she should probably just keep cooking in there for a little while longer. Although it would absolutely be a perfect fall day to be born.