I'm starting to waddle. I don't think I ever did that during my pregnancy with Delaney (or, if I did, memory loss has been kind to me in that department). Despite a modest weight gain thus far, I suddenly started to look huge in the last day or two (and I know this is true because my husband agrees with me on this fact and thinks that I'll be birthing a 14-pounder this time around - Delaney was 10 lbs., 6 oz.). I feel even huger than I look (Huger. Is that even a word? It must be a word. It sure feels like a word.). New baby is growing by leaps and bounds and leaping by bounds and, well, whatever. He sure does move a lot. Which is good because it means I'm not constantly freaking out, wondering if he's OK in there. But it's just so different from when I was pregnant with Delaney.
Time is falling away and before I know it, he'll be here. Fall always goes by too quickly for me. It's my favorite season, the one with the pleasant weather that leads up to all the fun and frolicking of the holidays with family and friends. I think time will pass even faster this year because I'm not quite ready for new baby to get here yet. We have so much to do. We still live in this tiny house and while we're resigned to staying for the time being, we have some changes to make before he gets here.
New baby and Delaney will share a room so I'm in the process of a small redecoration project which I want to have done before his birth. And, we're hoping to transform our sun room into a usable utility room so I don't have to schlep both kids outside in winter to do the laundry (our washer and dryer currently reside in a room off of the garage and come rain, shine, sleet, unbearable heat or (rarely) snow, you can find me out in that dingy, dirty room fighting to keep the freshly washed clothing clean as I dodge bees or spiders or whatever's currently living out there. Heaven, it ain't.
The time is flying by too and I don't know if we'll be able to take the beach trip with Delaney that we'd hoped for. And Roger and I also wanted to go on a romantic getaway for a weekend to celebrate our anniversary this month. But between those home projects, a pending garage sale, the eventual Christmas shopping and wrapping and everything that needs to be done in the next two months, I don't know how we'll fit those trips in. Still, I hope we do. Or, I hope that we can go on at least one of them. We haven't had a family trip since our car-trek across America in June and Roger and I haven't been away, alone, together since January (and that "trip", lovely as it was, was only to a downtown hotel for 19 hours). We need to make time to be alone now, before new baby comes, because once he gets here it'll be a long, damn time before we're afforded the chance to be alone like that in the near future.
I guess what I'm saying is that the nesting hasn't kicked in, but the panic sure is starting to. How can we fit in everything that we need and want to before December 29th?