4-ish weeks to go. Ho-leee guacamole.

As of today, there is exactly one month 'til my "due date" - I realize that such things are relative, and always +/- 2 weeks, hence the quotation marks. But, dang it, I reeeeeeeally hope it's more on the -2 than the +2 side, although I don't want her coming 'til she's fully baked. I keep looking down at The Belly and saying, "Now, listen to Mommy: You can come ANYTIME after Friday, October 7th at 5pm. But until then, just hold tight, mmkay?" Considering how well my "If you don't make me puke at ALL during the pregnancy, you get a pony!" incentivized parenting attempt went, I'll either go into labor tonight, or be waaaaaaaay overdue.

I have two weeks left of work, and am training my maternity leave replacement. There's no easier way to feel like an idiot than to train someone: "Um, I just do it this way because it works? Yeah. So, just try that." Or at least that's how it felt the first day. I now have a concrete plan for indoctrinating - er, teaching - her, and I think I'm making sense now. I hope. We'll see.

We spent part of this weekend setting up the "nursery corner" of our bedroom, where wee Thorberta will reside for the first few months: pack n' play with bassinet attachment, changing table fully kitted out with diapers and wipes, and a dresser packed full of freshly washed newborn and 0-3 month-sized clothes. A small baby bathtub is tucked away in the closet, with tiny towels and washcloths and baby shampoo. There's a new glider and side table in the living room, which I'm dubbing The Dairy as that's most likely where most of baby's feedings will take place. The "Go Bag" is packed and living in the trunk of D's car, just in case. We have car seat bases installed in each car, and the travel system (car seat + stroller) ready. A wonderful pediatrician has been picked. We're pre-registered at a great hospital. We took birthing and breastfeeding classes, and have an Infant/Child CPR class in a couple weeks. We took our babymoon, & are going out on one last big fancy no-babysitter-required date this weekend. I'm stocking up our DVR with lots of TV shows to watch, and working on cleaning and organizing the rest of our apartment. (Side note: When they call it a "nesting instinct" they are NOT kidding.)

We're basically ready, technically speaking. And I've never felt less ready for anything in my life. I'm completely terrified, but at the same time, so excited to meet this little girl who now has no room to really kick, but just squirms and pushes and snuggles inside me. I just want to meet her, hold her, watch Dave hold her, and kiss her tiny toes and sweet little face. I am so ready for us to officially become a family of three, but I keep feeling like there's something I've forgotten to do, to prepare for. There probably is, but I have four weeks-ish to figure out what it is.