It feels like the calm before the storm.
Jas has been living with pregnancy for 34 weeks now, and I've been living with a pregnant Jas for 19 (let's not forget that we didn't find out about the bun until 15 weeks. Before that she was just--tired). It's all become pretty normal. We've been doing what we can to prepare; classes, reading, flurries of spending followed by bouts of saving. I am interested to see how much we over-prepared for, and what we have underestimated.
Now it is time for us to think about endgame. Pack the hospital bag ("No honey. I love you but we need to pack that now. No, we may not have an opportunity to come get it when it's time. Please, when it's time to go, the last thing I wanna worry about is where your shoes are."), baby-proof the house, sort out insurance, communicate with our employers, ect. Last night Jasmine and I picked out a couple outfits to take with us to bundle baby Jade in when she's ready to come home.
But all in all I feel a tense calm. Nervous anticipation. Like the first time I jumped from an airplane--without the dry-mouth. Coiled and ready to move, praying that you can pull it off and guide this sucker to the ground without smackin' a tree and haunted by the knowlege that the forces of nature failed to attend the planning sessions.
I must admit, I have enjoyed this entire experience with Jas. We have been fortunate. The pregnancy has been without incident (knock on wood). No major illness, complications, or difficulties. Jas is getting pretty big though. She has become cumbersome to her own body. Aches and pains are starting to set in from the extra wieght and changes her body is making in preparation for the birth. She's a soldier though.