Getting even readier

At the moment I’m kneading one batch of bread dough (two loaves, version 2) in the machine while another batch of bread dough (two loaves, version 1) rises on the counter. As soon as it’s done spinning, I’m going to go shopping for some ingredients to make casseroles that I can freeze in our new freezer. I’m hoping to make curry chicken pot pie and maybe a couple of others. Tonight I’ll make pizza dough, let it rise in the fridge overnight, and then partially bake it so it rises and starts to set, then freeze the dough so later we can make pizza by just thawing the dough, putting on the toppings, and letting it finish baking. So I have all of this stuff to do and it would be *really inconvenient if Jessie went into labor right now, Tyler!*

...Darn, no luck.

Meanwhile, Jessie is taking a nap, but she is, simultaneously *creating a new human life*, so I think she’s still working harder than I am.

‘Last minute’ preparations continue, though really I’m about as ready to be a dad as it is possible to be (which, unfortunately, isn’t all that ready). I’m just doing things to help future-me get though the first few weeks of fatherhood as easily as possible. (I appreciate it, past-me! (You’re welcome, future-me!) ) Really, whenever Tyler decided he’s had enough of waiting, he’ll be along and we’ll just drop whatever random thing we’re working on and head off to deliver. Maybe I loose a batch or two of bread dough, big deal. There are worse fates.

Jessie has had the occasional contraction, and while the scientific method *clearly* demonstrates why this is a bad idea, it’s fun to attribute it to whatever was happening directly before. We were out at a mexican restaurant and Jessie tried some of my spicy fish. She got a few test-contractions afterwards, which makes me think that the idea of spicy fish is enough to lure Tyler from his home. I also got to try out my contraction calculator, but no periodic behavior was established. There was another one today when Jessie lunged to try and stop Tigger from eating Nagano’s shedded hair (why does he do that?) I told her if she went into labor I’d tell everyone it was our cats fault.

So contractions, which is progress of a sort. I’m still convinced that without assistance Tyler would stay in there quite a while longer, and that’s probably not good for either Mom or Baby, so I’m all in favor of induction. A few more days at most, which is enough time to get some more prep-cooking done. I’m going to go buy a couple of whole, cooked chickens and reduce them to their component atoms to save me some time when cooking up my casseroles.

-N