Hand Me That Twig, Will Ya?

My due date is one week from today. Part of me, the geek part, really wanted to go into labor today. Labor Day, get it? It would've been like a biological pun. But actually, I'm fine with waiting a bit longer. (Not too much longer.)

I'm definitely nesting, though. I have papers to grade, classes to plan, a desk to clean, but I find myself drawn to other tasks. Like putting contact paper in the drawers of the dresser I recently bought at a garage sale, a dresser intended for baby clothes and O. clothes. As I stood out on my porch this morning, washing the cobwebs out of the drawers and measuring contact paper to fit into each drawer bottom, I found myself wondering "Why am I doing this?" Not the cobweb-cleaning part, but the contact paper part. I've never put contact paper into a drawer before. It just seems like something you do when you get a dresser. I'm sure there's a good reason - I just don't know what that reason might be. Anyway, it's done now.

I think we're ready. The new car is bought; the old car is sold. The infant seat is installed. The bassinette is put together (no thanks to the motherfuckers who bought it before us and returned it to the store without the directions and with parts that were supposed to be pre-assembled taken apart... my Old Man deserves a special award for figuring out how the damn thing works). My cock-eyed plan to transform our queen-sized bed to a king in order to faciliate a co-sleeping infant in the middle and nightly visits from a four-year-old on the edge seems to have worked (ask me for details before I patent the technique).

Now we're just waiting for the contractions to begin...