Tonight we went to a furniture store to buy the glider/recliner I’ll be using in the nursery to nurse the baby (and occasionally take a nap in, if my suspicions are correct). The scheduled arrival date is somewhere between 5 and 8 weeks from now, which, it occurs to me, is somewhere between the week before she’s due and two weeks after.
I spend so much time whining to my husband that it’s SOOOO LOOOOOONG until the baby is born. Waaaaah my hips….waaah my bladder…waaah WHY AM I STILL FUCKING THROWING UP???? GET HER OUT–OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT—NOW. The 36 days (at most) until I give birth sound like they’ll last forever.
And then something like this happens, and I’m stunned that it’s so soon.