No, not now. At least I hope not. No labor, no panicked rushes. None of that.
I did, however, spend a good portion of two days watching her hooked up to baby heart monitor machines. They average ~130 beats/minute which although squirrel-like, also happens to be very good for a in utero baby. My wife has even started having mini-contractions, or pre-contractions, or Braxton-Hicks contractions. Call them what you will, they are really Holy-crap-this-is-really-gonna-happen-soon contractions.
With my other mind-occupier, the Dodgers, just about circling the playoff toilet bowl, I have little else to obsess over. It doesn't look like the House re-model will start until after Thanksgiving, so no escape there, either.
So if I am going to run around like a father-to-be with its head cut off, I might as well get something accomplished. So begins the epic and heart palpitating tale of "Painting the Nursery". While it doesn't have the emotional complexity of "the Hole", it should end up being more colorful.
Here is what my bedroom looked like about a week ago.

Sort of a Where's Waldo game of messiness. Find the cat, the mouse, and the sheep and win a fabulous prize!
I can't tell you what it is, but I can guarantee it will be fabulous. If by fabulous we all agree means stuff I am trying to give away that is sitting in my garage.
The idea is to clear the bedroom and paint it into the nursery. This required we move out and into the back office. Which required clearing the back office and putting most of it in the garage (hint hint, fabulous prizes). If it all sounds very
complicated, well, it is. Needless to say it is sort of a musical chairs process that is less a whacky birthday party game and more like continually moving everything you own. In the end, we probably move the bed back in the nursery until the re-model is ready to start. Then we move to my Mom's house. Six years go by and then we have a bigger, nicer home. The End, trumpeting swans, fade to shimmery white.
In the meantime, someone had to clear that room. It now looks like this:

Holes are being patched and sanded. Next I will scrub the walls down with pre-paint, wall-cleaning soap. (TSP I think it is called. Total Soap Product? Try Something Porous? Tom Sucks Pe- No. Probably Not. Anywho...) Then comes the tarp, taping, and painting. Stay tuned loyal viewers, as this room goes from plain Jane to room of the future!!!!
S.
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