The Home Stretch

One month from today, Emma will be here (unless she decides to follow her older brother's example and come a bit early).

With a scheduled c-section, however, this little lady has an eviction notice posted. Which means that we are also on notice.

Is it just me, or is Pregnancy Time kind of weird? You find out you are pregnant and the first trimester crawls by. I seriously do not think time could go any slower. The time until your first appointment, first ultrasound, first listen to the heartbeat seems to inch past you. Part of it is probably the exhaustion, sickness, and, for us infertiles, the fear and unease of every twinge, pull, and "sign" of things going right or wrong.

Once the second trimester kicks in and movement quickly follows, it's like time catches up. Things start flying by. But even then, you feel like you have forever. The baby won't be here for months becomes your standard response to people asking you if you are ready. Suddenly, however, it's gone from months to weeks and, soon, days.

M is upstairs putting up curtain rods and wall art. I am going to iron the curtains during Will's nap and get them up. I have been waiting for the curtains to be up for awhile. I feel like it's going to make a huge difference in the room. So will the wall art. Just those little finishing touches that make it seem more personal, give it that little extra je ne sais quois (wow, look at me, busting out high school French).

And Will is closing the computer lid. So that's all for now.

Edited with a picture. . .