Yesterday my irritability reached an entirely new level; high humidity and heat coupled with late pregnancy is not a friendly or likeable combination. Just ask my family. My poor family.
This morning I woke before everyone else and rose in a frenzy; kitchen was cleaned, lunchboxes were packed, washing was hung on the line and I decided, then and there, that it was time to do some serious last-minute shopping and buy those final things that are absolutely essential for the hospital bag (maternity pads, nappies, black underwear). I've also just found and ordered these organic nursing pads (highly recommend the soft cotton washable version as opposed to the disposable plastic option).
During breakfast Daniel had the sweetest chat with the kids about what's to come. "Now, remember that one day really soon, Mum and Dad will go to the hospital and when we come home, there will be a baby! And Mum will be really tired because having a baby is like running really fast to Sydney and back." - cue wide-eyes and many "wows".
"...and we'll need to be a little bit quieter than normal and you won't be able to run and jump on Mum for a cuddle because she will be a bit sore. But, we'll get to cuddle and gaze at our new baby and talk about what we should name him/her!"
While I was driving Che to school this morning he asked me if I would cry when I brought the baby home. And I told him that yes, I will, because I'll be happy and tired and in love and sore and tender and overwhelmed. All of those things and many more that are just too complex to explain to a seven-year-old. To be honest, they're even a little too complex for me to comprehend right now.
On the cusp of change I find it best to immerse myself in the practical; making blueberry yogurt cake, trimming the hydrangeas that were growing over the front steps, buying far too many cans of tinned tomatoes.
This baby will come someday soon....maybe next week, maybe a month from now.