In The Long Run

In The Long Run (23)

Today, I am officially full term. Thirty seven weeks have gone by and I'm ready to have a baby. Well, sort of. I'm still super scared of going into labor and the actual birth, but now that I'm full term, I'm more at ease about having the baby, because I know it's not preterm. Next week, summer vacation will be over and school's starting back up. I dread the thought of not being able to see Wayne at all, but then again, I'm happy he'll have have some company aside from mine. He basically worked everyday since the vacation started, spending only a few off days and weekends with me. We're still going to the pre-natal classes on Saturday mornings, only now it's so much less uncomfortable. It's become really fun actually. I was also looking forward to Lizz coming home. She was finished with her exams, so she decided to spend the next two weeks with us. We're picking her up from the airport tonight. It was Wednesday today and I had such an unbelievable amount of energy. My dad wasn't home and mom had quickly gone out to buy some groceries. Somehow, I found myself washing the dishes in the kitchen. When I was done with that, I noticed that there were a few cooking stains around the stove and that most of the contents of the cabinets weren't very neatly organized. So I got to work on that as well, scrubbing away the stains and completely reorganizing the kitchen cabinets.

"Whew!" I took a breath a surveyed my work. "That looks so much better."

I decided to go upstairs and take a nap, but when I opened my closet to change into some more comfortable pants, I noticed how sloppily I'd thrown my clothes in after washing them. That would need to be fixed. I threw everything on my bed and started sorting through it. Next to the bed on the floor a little pile was forming. Any and all clothes I thought had to be washed again ended up in that pile. The rest of it I folded neatly and put away in my closet. I heard the front door close downstairs. Mom must be home, but I didn't let the thought stop me. Not long after I'd heard the door, mom came into my room.

"Jamie, did you..." she paused when she saw what I was doing. "Did you wash the dishes?"

I glanced up at her. "Yes." and continued folding up my clothes.

"And clean the stains around the stove?" she asked.

"Yup. I organized the cabinets too."

When I looked up at her she looked a little surprised, but her face slowly turned into a smile. "And now you're organizing your clothes."

"Yup. Weird, I know."

She laughed and came over to give me a hug. "Oh sweetie, you're nesting."

I gave her a confused look. "Nesting?"

She nodded. "Yes. You suddenly get the urge to clean and organize everything around you. That means the baby's almost coming." She smiled even wider. "Oh my goodness, I'm going to be a grandmother soon."

"Huh." I said more to myself than her, then it set in. 'The baby's almost coming.' I put the shirt I was holding in my hands down and took a seat at the edge of my bed, a million thoughts just running through my mind. How the hell am I going to do this? What if it doesn't like me? What if it doesn't like Wayne? What if the nursery isn't ready?

"Oh my gosh! The nursery!" I stood up a little too quickly and stumbled past my baffled mother to the nursery across the hall. I threw the door open and studied it from the doorway. Nothing out of place. I headed over to the little dresser in the corner and  opened the first drawer. It was filled with packets of baby wipes, neatly arranged like a bunch of red bricks. I closed the drawer and moved over to the other dresser against the opposite wall. Everything inside was precisely arranged on little hangers of the same colour. The clothes were even color coordinated. I heard my mom come in and I swung around to look at her.