Let the Countdown Begin

by Lauren Kay Weber

Okay, so I’ve written enough about our anxieties about Asher being born pre-term. No more of that. Instead, let’s focus on the positive: I’m officially full term and can now give birth joyfully and with abandon.

Okay, maybe not with abandon. But still, I’m ready; Josh is ready. Is baby ready? I think we’ll know when he is.

In the meantime, I’ve got the Food Network and Paula Deen to keep me company. Oh, wait, no I don’t. I’m not exactly sure what I’ll do to bide my time until Asher decides to make his debut. I have two more projects to share with you before he comes. They’re almost done and I’m itching to share.

I have to share some of the bizarre observations of late pregnancy, though, before I sign off here.

First, I cannot tell you how many times I’ve paused, looked around me and been hit with the most profound realization that everyone in the same room as me was, at some point, born. *Mind. Blown.* Similarly, I looked around my Relief Society room (a Sunday School class at Church) last Sunday and thought to myself, everyone in this room is either pregnant or on birth control (we go to a congregation specifically for married people). Being so very pregnant causes an almost LSD-like sense of universality.

The closer I come to having this child, the more remote that most certain of futures seems to become. Josh agrees that the surreality of our impending parentdom is increasing by the minute. The task also seems more daunting. So, here’s where I’m at: I cannot wait to get this child out of me, but at the same time it seems like him being outside of me is something from a Sci-Fi movie.

It seems I’ve gone crazy. And can only write oddly fragmented posts. Welcome to the countdown.