Last night Joel and I had movie & pizza night. It was pre-planned. One of the items on our short list of what we wanted to do before movies are watched in 15 minute increments over the course of three days. We also went to the grocery store to stock up on food for family, snacks for the hospital and - lets face it - just so I could get in one more trip to one of my favorite places, the grocery store.
I woke up this morning at 9. Much later than I normally do. I rolled over (slowly and much like a rotisserie chicken thanks to this belly), kissed my husband on the cheek and SLOWLY rolled the other way to start the long process of sitting up and getting out of bed. I know this all sounds dramatic and oh so labored - if you've been there, hollah. If not, don't judge ;-). When I stood up, there before me sat the baby's bassinet.
I shuffled to the bathroom (ALWAYS the first stop in the mornings) and then shuffled to the kitchen (ALWAYS the second stop in the mornings) catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror along the way, bigger than ever and thought "I might miss this belly."
I fixed my preggo breakfast of an Eggo waffle with peanut butter, a banana and a glass of 1/2 skim and 1/2 chocolate milk and plopped down in our glider where we will spend countless hours, no doubt, holding and feeding and comforting our baby girl.
Joel got up and fixed his breakfast - blueberry frosted mini wheats. I didn't even know so many cereals existed - but then, that's what happens when Joel goes to the grocery store with me. He started the washing machine for me while I sorted through one more load of receiving blankets and tiny hooded towels.
He got a phone call from my dad about hotel rooms for this week and he took it in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair.
It's so quiet - and peaceful and calm here. But there is a VERY electric energy in the house. Everywhere are the reminders of what is to come. Calm before the storm comes to mind - but it's more than that. We are teetering on the edge of coupledom and full on family. In a matter of days there is no teetering. We will be the Schoepf family...not just the Schoepfs. It's still incredible. It's still unbelievable.
Today we are running errands, writing thank you notes, cooking dinner...tomorrow we are going to the Floathouse for a cheeseburger, maybe to the Americana Jam at Gruene Hall. Just an ordinary weekend. Let it be known it has been documented here - so that when we look back and wonder what we used to fill our time with, we'll have record.