Home Stretch

You’re in the home stretch now, people keep telling me. One month to go, and even though Tim says I could­n’t pos­sibly get any big­ger than I already am, I know I can and I shall. The bulge in front, that is, rather than the rest of me. Although someone at Pil­ates told me of a woman she knew who grew a couple of cen­ti­meters due to the lig­a­ments stretch­ing in late preg­nancy, and she kept that height gain even after the baby was born.

Time does­n’t seem to be going fast for me though, it’s drag­ging rather than fly­ing. Prob­ably much like run­ning a mara­thon, where the last few miles or kilo­met­ers seem to be much longer than the first few (from what I’ve read, I’ve nev­er run a mara­thon myself). There’s still lots to do before the baby arrives, but the neces­sary stuff has been done (get the old baby clothes out of the stor­age lock­er, get a car seat to bring her home from the hos­pit­al, get the basic child care organ­ised for our son). Unlike soft­ware pro­jects, which often (or indeed usu­ally) take longer than planned, the biggest danger in this pro­ject is that the baby decides to come earli­er than expec­ted. Get­ting all the neces­sary items sor­ted out gives a sense of relief, if she does come next week (no, please not next week, not while Tim’s at JavaOne) we have the basics in order. 

So now I wait, and grow, and wait some more, and tackle oth­er items on the todo list in the meantime.