Christopher the genius decided to accept a dinner invitation for Saturday night at his boss' house and then volunteered us to bring deviled eggs because he loves deviled eggs. I mean really??? Our last Saturday of freedom and you sign us up for a work related dinner? And I have to make something on top of all the freezer meals I've been making? I think this is just his way of getting deviled eggs. Genius, I tell ya.
So, we've had to shuffle our plans and despite the fact that he's still got a bookshelf to finish and a wardrobe to build, we are going to go see The Green Hornet tonight. We are also planning on getting breakfast tomorrow morning (found a place on base that serves American style breakfast! Yay!), finishing up some last minute grocery shopping, making his dumb deviled eggs, and going to this dinner. I can't begin to tell you how unexcited I am. I can just see it now... I'm going to get stuck talking to the wives and answering all sorts of questions about the baby and blahhhhhh. I just want to stay home and read. I can't be antisocial forever, I know. It's bad for his career. But seriously?! I'm having a baby on Monday!
I go in on Sunday to meet with the anesthesiologist and find out what time to come in on Monday morning. The rest of the day will be spent cleaning the house like a mad woman and supervising Christopher while he bathes the dogs. I still hate them by the way. And their damn bark collars aren't here yet!
Every day that passes, Christopher and I look at each other and we're like, "Holy crap... X more days." It is absolutely unbelievable. It just doesn't feel real to me yet. I don't feel mature enough to be someone's mom. I keep looking at the bassinet in the bedroom and I can't believe that in a few days, a baby will be laying in it.
I am terrified.
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