The countdown begins

So we are officially on Baby Watch 2006.

I get my stitches removed one week from today, at 8:30 a.m.

UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...

That means we could potentially have a real live BABY in seven days. This is blowing my mind. I mean sure, I've had nine months to get used to this idea and well, sure, the surgery and enforced bedrest for 14 weeks was a great reminder. But now it's all so real.

The construction on the house remodel is almost finished, which is also very helpful. Only thing still ongoing is the kitchen, although we do now have actual working appliances. We lived with a dorm fridge and a microwave since July 31. Now we have a full-size fridge and even an actual stove that you can use to make food. It's a new concept in this house. Cooking -- jump on the bandwagon!

Of course, I am sure the last of the dust will be swept up and I will immediately feel my water break all over the new hardwood floors, ensuring I enjoy not a minute of my new house in a child-free environment.

But the again, I could go into labor in March. Which, with my luck, will be the way it goes down. I spend all this time getting ready and prepping for next week and I will walk around 2 cm dilated for the next month.

That should be fun. A ticking timebomb who whines every time my husband has to leave town for work two hours away. Because Josh loves it when I whine. Seriously. He asks me to do it more often because he doesn't hear it enough.

But, because he puts up with my whiny pregnant ass, he is granted a reprieve. This weekend, potentially the last free weekend he may ever have, he will spend with his friends in Cincinnati. Look at what a great wife I am -- I deserve a freaking medal of honor. Here I am, 35 weeks pregnant, encouraging my husband to drive five hours away to have fun. I am awesome. Model wife.

So he will go play and my sister, Beth, and her husband, Paul, will come hang out with me for the weekend. Beth and I will shop and annoy the ever-living shit out of Paul, who in turn, will put the baseboards and doors up in the upstairs.

Drinking excessively vs. washing and hanging baby clothes. I think we know who is getting the better end of the deal here.

Edited to add: It's still De-Lurking Week! De-lurk, De-Lurk! (I just had a mental image of Herve Villechaize from "Fantasy Island" yelling that and cracked myself up.)