Tick Tock

I have no clue what more has to be done in preparing for Barnabas. We're just waiting.

Everything is set. The painting, the constructing, the washing and folding.

Right now, the only thing that we need is Barnabas, and unlike most of the packages we get in the mail, there is no tracking number. Kristen went to the doctor's yesterday for her now-weekly checkup, and there is no change width or thickness or size or any of the strange ways doctors measure how soon someone should be giving birth.

So although Kristen would really like to have the monkey arrive right-now-this-instant-thank-you-very-much, it's not going to happen, and we still have those three weeks (or more) to go.

(I do love how so many people say conflicting things about childbirth: it's not that bad/it's the worst pain I ever felt; first-time mothers are usually late/first-time mothers are always early.)

I guess we need to think of things to do for the next couple of weeks, especially now that Twister is out of the question.