The Finish Line

Now begins the ending of the "nesting" phase and the beginning of the "when is it going to happen phase." We are at 36 weeks today, a figure that could be off by a week. Thus, in reality, "she could go at any minute" as they say in the boxing world. Strangely, most of the chaotic worrying about everything from "what if I drop the baby" to "what colors of poop are good again?" is gone, and now there's this placid, kind of dopey feeling that's replaced it. Picture a cow in a pasture, chewing cud and staring into the horizon. That's me right now. Of course, I cannot speak for my wife, who is actually having to carry around this extra freight for anywhere from 1-5 weeks. We also watched a video of a natural childbirth yesterday, and while it prepared me for the "Nightmare on Elm Street" level of gore that will accompany this wonderful occasion, it also burned a pretty scary image in Shelley's mind. Keep that in mind, those-yet-to-have-kids couples...watch childbirth videos at your own risk.