I've been awfully quiet, here in my first week of maternity leave. Every day I've had somewhere to be, something that invariably ended up taking longer than I planned. Such as Tuesday, where I had a simple stop by work, and then a lunch meeting at church. When I went to leave the church parking lot, greedily planning my next stop at a cute boutique - my car wouldn't start. Naturally, I spent the rest of the afternoon dealing with my car in the muggy, post-rain miserable heat. I was so thankful there was no baby wailing in the backseat, or anyone I had to lug through the dumb auto store that provides NO WHERE to sit down. Speaking of babies in the backseat - the car seat is now sitting by the door. It's one more thing that assures me that yes, we're having a baby, no going back now.
Yesterday was doctor appointment day. I almost missed it, as I had the strange thought my appointment was for Friday, just that dang Mercury at work again. Nothing's really changed from last week, but he did assure me that the baby's head is down, which made me very happy. I was pretty sure his head was down, but you never know about these things. The funniest thing was when the nurse asked me, "Is this your first child?" I said, "Yes ma'am" and Mr. Big'Un gave a tremendous kick, as if to testify, "I'm the first and best kid EVER!" Afterwards I went for a short tour of the Labor and Delivery section of the hospital where I'm to give birth, which made me feel a lot better. I hate it when I have nowhere to imagine where something is to take place. Now I have the perfect place to project any birthing nightmares I might come up with between now and then.
I have so much more to write about - another lovely baby shower, given by Debi and my Sisters group - but I have a huge list of things to do before this baby comes. It's frightening me, this list. And I haven't even taken a shower and it's past three o'clock. Which is shameful. And also, totally wonderful in its own way.