Any Day Now

Ready to pop doesn't even begin to cover how Katrina is feeling right now. We'll reserve that cute little euphemism for the other mommies out there. We're gonna go with, and I mean this in the nicest way sweetie, Fixin' to Blow or Engorged Tick or Geddit Ouuuuuuuuuut!! The baby was over five pounds a month ago and they say it will grow nearly a pound a week in the last month of pregnancy. People even ask her if she's carrying twins.

The last two weeks has been all about organizing our space and closets, building furniture, broken furniture, replacing furniture, putting batteries in everything that jingles and bubbles and swings, and lets not forget turning 30! That changing table was a beast to put together and that's coming from me -- the Ikea Obi-Wan. Nevermind that it weighed about 150 pounds in the box, but the pre-drilled holes weren't always in the right place and when you're dealing with drawers, they really need to be. We also put aluminum foil on the things we don't want the cat jumping on. Apparently cats on foil is like nails on a chalkboard to them. They just can't take it and spaz out, forever associating the changing table or the baby swing with an audible pain that can only be found by listening to Yoko.

Over the weekend, Katrina had what was believed to be a series of contractions! Maybe it was something she ate, maybe it was the potholes on 37th Street, but something made her go from relative inactivity to 2 minutes apart instantaneously. The bad part was that we were on the wrong side of both rivers that night. So from now on we're staying closer to the hospital. I think that Superbowl party will be the last time we'll be seen in public together as a mere twosome.