What to do, what to do...

So what should one do with the last day of your life? Turns out, very little. You can’t really make a lot of plans, because you might be really, really busy at any moment. And there really isn’t much *productive* to do, because if you’ve done your homework, there really isn’t a whole lot more prep work left to accomplish before the baby shows up. In fact, I’ve already gone past ‘prep work for baby’ and have moved onto ‘things it would be nice to get done before the baby shows up’ which, as you can imagine, contains an infinite number of chores that you can do as many times as you want. And even further, I’ve gone past that and onto the ‘oh, whatever, let’s just veg out’ stage where you’ve spent so much time doing random chores in order to both pass the time and ‘get ready’ that sitting around all day playing video games or watching TV isn’t really a bad idea.

I am also looking forward to not getting the ‘what are you doing here’ from co-workers every time I come into work. Let’s just get this thing on the road, okay?

I like babies more than Jessie does. I think the little ones are cute, so I’m excited to see little feet and little hands and little eyes and little yawns, though I do recognize that kids aren’t really that interesting for the first few weeks and months of life. They get better as time goes on and they can go running and playing with you. But I’m excited to have my finger grabbed by a little hand. After that, no interest at parenthood at all.

Yes, I’m kidding, calm down.

We’ve drawn up a ‘schedule’ for the first few months, all the visitors penned in. And that’s just the ones we know about. Mostly I’m doing it so I can try and figure out when to get the damn bugs killed in my house. I’m hoping it won’t be too taxing a chore, and so lots of extra help won’t be needed. But mostly, looking at the schedule, it just looks like we have a LOT of people excited to come see this little bundle. So popular already: I guess this is what comes of being first.

I’ve decided that when Jess goes into Labor, and I’m told it hurts quite a lot, I’m going to pull a ‘roller derby’. That’s where I’m allowed to be as scared and pensive and worried as I want, but Jess won’t know about it. Well, she’ll know in that I’ve already told her of my plan, but I’m hoping to be as stoic, strong, and helpful as I can be. I’ll let her know about ‘scared’ afterwords. After she gets some sleep.

I’ve told everyone at work that I’ll be out until April 18, a good two and a half weeks for me to get adjusted to being a dad. Though at this point my hopes and my expectations have been pegged so strangely by people telling me horror stories about babies and labor and everything else that I’m half expecting to be completely thrown off when I’m not driven to suicidal depression inside of a week of being a dad. Like I’ve mentioned before, though, I tend to take foreign advice with a few good grains of salt.

Jess is doing pretty well, for a woman with her ‘condition.’ I consider missing a grand total of 3 days of work during a pregnancy to be a mark of heroism. Tyler’s descent is starting to push on a nerve in her leg, and the best treatment appears for me to push on her butt, which, lets face it, isn’t a bad job, if you can get it.

I think I’m going to go vacuum the house. You know, before Tyler gets here.

-N