19o pounds (you have to be kidding me) and 27 days until my due date.
I pulled my husband out of bed at 6am after having stared anxiously at the ceiling for 2 hours. During the night I had obtained 6 hours of sleep, which left me wide awake and ready to get a move on the day.
I made him coffee (which I never do) and didn’t even drink a drop. I made the bed, swiffered the floors and began to get ready.
All was good until I stepped on the scale (190 pounds! – WTF?). I decided to console myself by eating breakfast (which consisted of a bowl of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream), not a wise move, I admit, but it was either that or a complete breakdown.
After pulling myself together we left the house and headed to our “Preparing for Birth” class at Kaiser, where I was happy to see that we were not the only procrastinators. There were two other couples with due dates the first week of August and just meeting them put me somewhat at ease.
During class, however, I found myself looking down at my chipped toe nail polish in disgust. Not only was my hospital bag not packed, the car seat not yet installed but there was absolutely no way I could allow myself to go into labor with trashy looking toes.
Post-class, the world’s best husband installed our car seat while I promptly headed to get a mani-pedi.