Assembling Things, Flowers, Babies, Whiskey
Preparing for the first child is easy; there are no other kids around to distract you or destroy your organization. Preparing for the second is less easy; there is a kid around distracting you and destroying your organization, but at least the nursery is established. Preparing for the third sucks; you forget everything because you think you’re pros. Also, you have to assemble things because you’re out of beds. Then the instructions turn out to be in Spanish, but you and your Allen wrench soldier on, using the pictures, till your hands are bruised and twisted claws. But then you’re ready, with weeks to spare.
And the weeks are like molasses. Some may find this shocking, but a pregnant woman can be uncomfortable and thus quite unpleasant when summer serves up a heat wave. And you have to put up with it.
To remedy this, at least for a few, I sent flowers with a romantic note, “Surprise! love, Your Super Awesome Husband.”
That, plus the assembling and some other rugged projects, should get me to the birth relatively unscathed. If not, there is always whiskey.