Our official due date is Monday. I think the doc miscalculated by a day, failing to take leap year into account, and the due date in my head is tomorrow. I don’t actually have any sense that the baby is going to come tomorrow, but what do I know? I’ve never done this before.
We finished the painting (though I never did get around to doing a mural in the nursery), carpet cleaning, barn cleaning, flower beds, laundry, bag packing, and furniture assembly, but the garden is still not done, and the lawn is going to need swathing if it gets hot after the rain we had today. We got the buck goat and alpacas moved into their new enclosure, and put a hundred bales in the barn a few days ago (well, Hubby and his brother and sister-in-law did…I supervised). We have the critical details sorted out, at least. I am not moving too well anymore, and am basically completely useless; Hubby has been driving himself so hard for the last couple months that I am trying everything I can think of to force him to slow down and take more breaks. I need him functional when the time comes. I, of course, have been conserving my energy, and barely get out of my comfy chair, it seems.
We had company this week – Hubby’s brother and sister in law and their kids – it was fabulous to have them here, and so much fun to watch the kids get all excited about the animals. My nephew checked the coop for eggs about fifty times a day, and my nieces both had a go (with limited success) at milking the goat. It was a nice visit, but, as always, too short. I just wish I had been a little less fat, overheated, and impatient, but not much to be done about it, at this point.
My sister is planning to come up on Monday. She tells me I must hold the baby in until then, so she can see my big belly. I told her we’d see.
So, really, not much homestead news to report; mostly, we’re just settling in for the wait…