Final Countdown

Ready or not the baby will be here in two weeks, but we continue to pray that it will be sooner rather than later.  The anxiety continues to mount as the date on the milk and eggs is past the due date, every phone call or message starts with “Are you in labor?”, strangers stare at your belly and don’t make eye contact, and the baby’s room rests peacefully undisturbed. 

But while we impatiently wait, we are trying to be content in the final moments of this season.  We try to be spontaneous and busy, yet rest and relax enjoying the stillness of our home.  Meanwhile, Drew hums the Final Countdown while he walks around the house.

A scattered look at cherished moments over the past 6 weeks:

Kevin (in a high pitch voice, head near my belly):  Hi, Baby Moses!  It’s Uncle Kevin.  (This was a special moment since Kevin has kept his distance, including talking or touch my abdomen.)

Drew (while looking at a large Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal in the baby’s room): I’m not sure I’m okay with Winnie the Pooh being the baby’s role model.

Car (confused): What?

Drew: He’s overweight and everyone seems okay with it.

Singing at the top of our lungs while playing cards, Baby Miller gets excited at all of the noise and starts kicking.  Then begins a half hour game of Marco Polo: Poke the abdomen and wait 10 seconds for the baby to kick at the poke.  Game continues changing the poke position each time.

Again, trying to play with the baby…Drew tirelessly pokes my abdomen with very little response from Baby Miller.  So he quietly rests his head on my abdomen and listens carefully.  “Car!  I can hear the heartbeat.” (No, it wasn’t either of our heartbeats since it was about twice as fast as ours.)

Celebrating Drew’s first “Hole-in-one” in Frisbee golf (258 ft, hole 14/27, Waller Park, 1/23/2011 with the Boss).

Took several “Old Wives’ Tales” Tests predicting the gender of the baby.  According to the Mayans and Chinese we are having a girl!  (Results to follow.)

Drew admits that he is very unproductive at work and is having difficultly concentrating.  He is eagerly awaiting my phone call.

Drew:  I wish you could stay pregnant.

Car:  Why?  You don’t want to meet the baby?  You want me to look like a hippo forever?

Drew: No.  You need me more when you’re pregnant.

Narrowing down our baby names!  (No we aren’t sharing, so don’t ask.)

Eating an entire small Tri-Tip Cobb Salad at Firestones!  First time accomplishment.