Yesterday I realized that I am now 31 weeks pregnant. That puts me six weeks away from when I had #1, six-and-a-half from #3, and seven weeks from #2.
And that's when some panic set in, which is never good when it's nine at night and time to go to sleep. A night of rapid thoughts and mental list-making ensued.
As a note, I am trying hard not to cling to the idea (like it is a phenomenon) that "I give birth early." I remind myself often of certain friends of mine who have been able to tell me of having two, three, four babies several weeks early and then one came at 42 weeks. Nonetheless, I now feel on a more rapid count-down than I had realized! (On this topic, I don't even like the talk of "early" and "late," as if forty weeks is a DUE DATE instead of a median of the normal human physiology among low-risk pregnancies of 38-42 weeks, a "date of expiration" invented by a botanist based on his reading of the Bible.)
Thus laying awake--because losing sleep and worrying are always useful for getting tasks completed.
TO DO LIST
Check-done! Schedule baptism.
Check-done! Schedule get-together, catch-up visit with my beloved doula. (Haven't used a doula during labor before? They're great! After using one for my first labor, Chris said we'd never have another labor without one. See here for statistics--as well as here and here and here.)
Start talking about name choices with husband (we are so relaxed this time!).
Buy the only things I think I need for a new baby:
newborn disposable diapers
attachment thingy to connect universal car seat to our stroller
new ring sling
new nursing cover (for fun)
Retrieve boy and girl newborn clothing from attic.
Teach three children how to sleep better through the night.
Order refreshed medical supplies for home birth kit.
Install baby car seat.
Organize all closets and quite a few bureau drawers in the house (because who can have a baby without organized closets?).
Catch up on pile o' papers on Mama's desk and filing to be done (for same reason as above).
Do a major Goodwill run (because I feel suffocated by unnecessary clutter and I'd rather take care of a newborn than clutter).