Preparing for Battle

Okay, Okay, so we're not actually preparing for a battle, but preparing everything else for the arrival of our child is crazy. It's not all just about the preparation in getting our home cleaned and organized, but helping and making sure my wife is as well off as she can be. I mean, after all, she's the one who's doing most of the heavy lifting over here. As I'm currently writing this, we're a little over a week away from our due date and it looks like the little one is determined to stick it out.

As far as preparation goes, I love my wife to death, but this nesting phase is killing me. I don't think its so much the cleaning part that's driving me crazy, so much its the cleaning at midnight part that's driving me crazy. Also, is it possible for my wife's tiredness to rub off on me? At the start of all this pregnancy business I was on top of things, getting up early, but these days I get enough sleep and still find it impossible to get up with more than 30 minutes to spare before work. 

Moving back to preparation, the apartment is finally coming into its own. Between the little play area with all the toys and stuff we got from family (thank-you all for your thoughtful gifts) and his ever growing space in the bedroom, it's starting to look like a baby actually might live here. Who knew? The only thing we really can't prepare for is how Ratchet is going to take it when we bring home his sibling. (Ratchet is our cat in case you were wondering). (He lost his mom at birth and was bottle-fed from a few hours old until he grew into the cat we love today, 3-years later). (He's also named after a video game character and not some dirty slang word). I'm really hoping one day we'll wake up to see him snuggling with our son in his bassinet.

Ratchet at 2-weeks

Ratchet as of now

I guess to really get to the point, we're ready. I can't say for sure if its solely because of the Hypnobabies course my wife practices, but she's been extremely excited (although she says she's done being pregnant) and confident that this birth is going to be a success. Feeling the confidence myself, I've never been more excited to become a father. I have no fear about what to come, just excitement and impatient that it's taking so long.

So as I sit here, strapped in armor ready for the war that will innevitably come from late nights and diaper changes, I couldn't be any more excited. Come forth poo-poo, I shall vanquish thee.