people keep asking me if i have been nesting.
if nesting includes watching copious amounts of television, laying down often and reading many library books, then yes, i have been nesting.
but i’m pretty sure that isn’t part of the nesting deal. christian on the other hand is definitely nesting. he has house projects coming out of his ears. he comes home from work each night and starts in on his second job. thanks to friends he learned how to do the back splash in the kitchen and finished it up. he replaced our microwave with a hood vent. he painted the entire house. he is working on phase two of the back yard which involves a pick and 60 pound retaining wall blocks. and now he is digging holes in our rocky side yard to extend our fence up to the front of the property line.
somewhere in the middle of all these hgtv renovations he starting harassing me about packing my bag. my bag for the hospital. when i will push out a baby.
i have put it off for weeks claiming we had time. and then this week hit and i realized time is running out. still, that realization didn’t fill me with urgency to pack. packing a bag seemed overwhelming. it seemed like i was saying, come on babyo i’m ready! and to be honest i’m still pretty freaked out about the whole labor and delivery process. plus there seems to be too much pressure on what the baby wears and what i wear when we leave the hospital. i don’t even know what size the baby will be!
christian packed his bag this week. complete with his charged up nintendo DS. he repeatedly pesters me, have you packed your bag yet? to which i respond in song, every time, all my bags are packed and i’m ready to go… he doesn’t think i’m amusing but i die laughing.
the byu/utah game is coming up the saturday before my due date.
do you think the hospital will have espn? i asked. attempting to rile him up.
don’t worry, he said, i won’t miss it. i’ll just come home and watch it while you push the baby out. i gave him the stink eye.
but it’s the utah game! he insisted.
nice try. i think i’ll go pack my bag.
leaving on a jet plane; john denver