I mapped out the remaining weeks on my calender, and lo! I have one less week than I thought I had before I'm term.
I sat down and made a list. Tried not to panic.
The good news is that there is not much to buy. A pump, a pack and play, a piece of furniture for Newbie's clothes, a bouncy seat or two. The bad news is that there is a ton to do. Major closet and toy overhaul, reorganization of space, general cleaning and winterization of house. Also, Christmas: decoration and shopping to be mostly finished by the end of Thanksgiving weekend, when I will turn 38 weeks. By the way, both Naomi and E. were born at 38.2 weeks. You do the math.
Josh has heard many squeaky monologues about bedsheets and closet shelves and carpet shampoo. He says, "That's so cute! You're nesting!"
Jo came over with Sophia today (Naomi called them "Jophia", which is a pretty apt description right now) and I was swimming with memories of Naomi's early days. As I watched Jo bounce her Smouse all over the room, I remembered the long days and nights with my baby girl, when only dancing and singing showtunes and Christmas songs would do. I remembered the tiredness and monotony, but also the intoxicating joy of smelling her little head when she tucked it under my chin to go to sleep. The wonder was so huge, emotions were so intense, and the world was so vivid. I can't believe I get to do this all over again.
Long list aside, I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be. None of those things on that list are 100% necessary, I already have arms, boobs, 38 slings, and a bed. We could bring the baby home tomorrow and be okay.