Oct 18, 2006 12:11
So, I took a vacation day yesterday and, among other things, spent the day working on Piper's room. I washed the carpet (literally--hands and knees and everything), washed the dresser Mak and Indy were nice enough to give us, and washed 3 loads of itty bitty towels, blankets, and hand-me-downs. I also put away the beginnings of a very nice child's library and all sorts of toys that rattle, squeak, and shake.
I'm holding off on taking tags off/washing anything new that isn't gender-neutral until I have visible confirmation that yes, Piper is indeed not Zane.
As I was sitting there in the dead silence sorting clothes by size, I admit I began to get really overwhemed. Sometime between tomorrow and 31 days from now (I won't go more than a week past my due date), I am (we are) going to have a BABY. A noisy, smelly, poopy, bundle of love that will be the center of my life for the next 18 years. I can't just say, "no, I've got other plans," or "not now, I'm tired."
I am seriously FREAKING OUT!!! Not that I don't think I can do it, I know I can. And, even more, I know I WANT to do this. But it's still TERRIFYING!! Even WORSE than the idiots who fly through the 271 construction in the valley.
I feel better now, having vented. All I need now is a freezer full of dinners for the first few weeks and cocktail and I'll be fine.....