Casey was born four days after I stopped working, three days after Christmas, a week and a half early, and four days before we moved to a new house in a city two hours away, without any real job prospects for Kent and barely any furniture (and no television or internet for a few weeks!) If that sounds like a crazy time… it was.
This time around, things are different and I am so thankful. I actually feel ready for this baby (okay, almost ready, there are still a few things that I want to check off!) rather than feeling like everything is happening crazy fast. We got to spend last week on the beach, and this week powering our way through to-do lists. We’ve been working on the yard, doing laundry, laundry, and more laundry, cleaning like crazy, organizing all of Casey’s clothes (which felt so good!), painting a bathroom ceiling, drywalling (those last two were all Kent), buying a dresser and essentials for the babe, packing the hospital bag, finalizing baby names… honestly, we just can’t stop doing things. It’s a little ridiculous.
If you’re wondering where little Casey is for all of this, he’s right in on the action with us. For him, work is play. I came home from my doctor’s appointment this morning and he could barely take my shoes off fast enough (yup, he’s helpful like that), telling me, “We take everything out of fridge!!!!” and pulling me into the kitchen to see that they were deep-cleaning the fridge.
I love that I get to experience the things I felt like I was missing out on last time – bringing our baby right home to our own house, getting it’s room ready (which is an easy one since it will share with Casey), folding all of it’s little clothes, wondering when the baby will arrive (since I had a scheduled c-section with Casey), feeling totally anxious and excited for it to get here, and I’m even excited to be overdue, which I think I will be. However, you can remind me of this next week when I’m going a little crazy. It’s very likely.