So we lay in bed last night, with Bryan rubbing my hair..

.. sidenote: I think Bryan has been subconsciously training me to deal with labor every night by rubbing my hair.  I can just see me screaming in pain and him rubbing my hair, and me falling asleep.

.. back to the pillow talk.  We were laying in bed, with him rubbing my hair, and I suddenly realized, Holy hell, I’m going to have to push a baby out.  Of my nu-nu.  In, like, a month.

I don’t know where October went to, because it seems like just yesterday that I was bemoaning how slowly time was moving.  But suddenly, we’re days away from Halloween.  House payments are due again.  And, oh yeah; we’re five weeks out from d-day.

Stuff that we’ve been meaning to do and haven’t and now Sarah is suddenly panicking about:

• We haven’t pre-registered at the hospital.
• I haven’t packed a hospital bag.
• I haven’t scheduled my maternity leave.
• We don’t have a car seat.
• We don’t have a pediatrician.
• I haven’t used either of my massage certificates.

It’s actually not a huge list, and one that’s easily overcome, so I’m not stressing about it too much.  However, it IS weird to schedule events (like the monthly TH board meeting) and say, “Oh.  I might not be there.  I think I’m having a baby then.”  Doesn’t that sound surreal?

In other news: if you’re in Huntsville, you’re a woman, and you are a fan of causes that help women, auditions for The Vagina Monologues are coming up.   This is a cause I believe in whole-heartedly because it helps people and IT’S FUN!  I’ll have more details coming shortly (Jamie, when is the show actually running?  That’s what I’m lacking), so stay tuned.