Counting the Days

I went to the grocery store today and now as I open the fridge looking for a bedtime snack, I see that all of the expiration dates staring back at me are past my due date.

Whoa.

Kind of funny to see that my pregnancy will expire before the milk and the meatloaf mix…

Not much new to report.   It’s all “hurry up and wait” for me at this point.   Most everything I needed to do is done.   I’m sure I’ll panic and think of 8 projects the day before my date that I need to do Right Now, but at the moment, most of my To Do list involves compulsively trying to keep the laundry at bay.   Boooooo-ring.

I’ve been talking to Cooper at night about the baby coming, and though he doesn’t make it obvious that he understands, I hope that some of it is sinking in.   He does comprehend much of the goings on around him, and I don’t want the baby coming home to be a complete shocker.  

He is so funny, too, with the things that sink in and make impressions on him.   Every night when I’m tucking him in, we play a little game where I tell him all the times I love him, and he will answer with, “more!”   “I love you when you’re silly; I love you when you’re running around; I love you when you’re spilling milk on the floor…”   But there is one that he always tells me before I can say it: “You love me when I cry.”   It’s so funny, that that is the one he reminds me of.   Then when the game is done and I’m about to leave, I always say, “Mommy is in Mommy’s room.   I can always hear you, and if you need me, you call me and I’ll come right in.”   Tonight he beat me to it: “You always hear me all times!”

I can hardly believe that in 9 days, he’ll be a big brother!