Last week I had my birthday. It was a kind of weird experience because I was born a month early (due September 6th, born August 6th) so I realized on the 9th that I was further along than my mom was with me when I was born. For some reason this fact struck me.
It also struck me (again) that I’m getting very close to giving birth to this (suddenly not-so-little) bug, in part because at my last prenatal my midwife gave me all the information about ordering and gathering our birth supplies. This was something I just hadn’t spent much time thinking about. If we were having a hospital birth everything would be available other than stuff I’d pack in my overnight bag. Planning a home birth means collecting everything from a bulb syringe to newborn caps (thank you Radiant Belly in Portland for making this so super easy). Also, I have no idea how much basic birthing supplies for an uncomplicated birth cost in a hospital, but somehow I think they exceed the $75 mark.
So the next few (2-6?) weeks will consist of me trying to convince the weather to stop throwing us red-flag days (hot, dry, windy, for those of you who don’t work in wildfire), attempting to sleep, eating lots of small meals, reveling in the last weeks of feeling kicks and roles from the inside, and trying not to be too much of a grump. The first and last are intimately connected, I suspect.