Less than 5 weeks to go

to the due date. Freaky freaky freaky.

So far, things seem to be going very well, which is nice. It's just so absolutely frickin' bizarre. 34 days. That is really not that long and, as I've been told, it can come early. WTF!?!?! Sounds nice to get the munchkin out, but it doesn't seem that all my troubles will magically disappear at that point.

I still feel 5 at times and wonder how the hell me and Dylan, the spazzy love of my life, will ever manage to be parents. I used to look at people with children and think that they knew something profound or magical and really, that has since faded. Now I wonder for many if it was perhaps their lack of knowledge (or access to birth control) that led them to parenthood.

Our munchkin was actually planned, but in some ways I do wonder if I was too much in my checklist mentality from a too-busy lifestyle brought on by grad school. Em's stressed out brain: "Married? check. Half-marathon? check. Pretty good job? check. House repairs in progress? check. Able to sell house and move at some point soon? check. Done with grad school? check. Grocery shopping done? check. All righty, what's next? Baby, hmmm, let's get one of those!"