Holy smokes, it just hit me that I’ll be giving birth this month. Nesting wise, I’m pretty prepared. I’m to the point that if I do a little bit each weekend, everything will be done and in order. More highly on my mind is trying to cram in all of the fun activities I can in July, as my summer activities will come to a screeching halt on July 28. On the docket: trips to Lake Tahoe, open water swimming in Lake Tahoe, summer concerts, taking Little Miss to the pool, and going on a few dates with the mister.
Summer is my favorite time of year, and I’m a little bummed that August will be a wash for me this year. I totally planned a summer baby, but my plan was for a May baby, which would have given me May to recover, and the entire summer to spend with the baby (whilst enjoying my usual activities). Alas, Mother Nature apparently didn’t get the memo. However, I’m so glad to be having a July baby, as it won’t require the quarantine that we went through whe Little Miss was born in February. When she was born, it was cold as heck, snowed almost every day, and I’ve never known such a bad case of cabin fever.
At least this time, I’ll be able to take the baby for walks (granted in the early morning and late evening), and I have visions of doing feedings on the back patio, with the ambiance of our greenery and fountain.
That’s all for today. Let’s just say creating my transition plan for my work stuff is daunting, and is today’s priority.
