Tick Tock...

Well, it's May. We're about a week away from my official due date, but I am ready for him/her to make its entrance into the world any time now. My bags are packed, we have a plan for Marin for every labor scenario depending on the time of day or night that I go into labor, the infant car seat is in the car, and this weekend (thanks to a marathon babysitting session by Grandma and Grandpa) Jason and I scrubbed our house from top to bottom until it shined like the top of the Chrysler building! (Who doesn't love an Annie reference?)

That's right. I was nesting so hard core, that I think it even rubbed off on Jason. We took out every drawer and shelf in the fridge and washed them, we rented the rug and upholstery cleaner and shampooed the couch and all the area rugs. We even organized Jason's workshop a little bit. If the baby doesn't come soon, I might show up at your house next. :)

As we were mid toilet scrub for Jason and dust mop for me, we both said how much we missed Jesus, our amazing no-nonsense (not to mention hilarious) house cleaner in Chicago. I think Jason and I both agree that although we'll never be able to find someone totally like Jesus out here (he still sends Christmas cards and calls on Marin's birthday), we need to someone. Anyone. I can organize all day long, but cleaning toilets is not for me. Sorry if that is snobbish; I'm just keeping it real.

Tomorrow while Marin is at school, I have a manicure and pedicure appointment. After that, the baby has my permission to come anytime. :) My feet are ugly enough, I don't need to be hanging them in the air all day unpedicured. Trust me, the hospital staff would talk. In the meantime, we are just waiting around, twiddling our thumbs, wondering when labor will begin. I'm obsessively checking my now nearly complete "to- do" list every minute as if something I've forgotten will magically appear.

Molly will keep everyone updated here on the blog when it does happen. She did this when Marin was born, and it was much requested that she do so again. For the last two days, becoming a big sister is all Marin talks about, and for the first time in 9 months, she has started saying that she thinks it's a boy baby. Do you think she knows something we don't? Only time will tell.... Tick tock, tick tock.....