For the past week (or two) I have been stressed about not having our house ready. I had grand plans to have everything done, ready, and set up before Wolverine arrives.
I have changed my perspective.
Now I am ready for Wolverine to come whenever he/she would like. We have working bathrooms, the kitchen is unpacked, and as of yesterday our bedroom is completely painted (including trim, which took hours and hours and hours of my time and resulted in me calling Henry in tears late in the afternoon).
Are most of the rooms painted? No. Is everything unpacked? Not even close. Have we completed all the projects we want to? Not a chance. But I'm okay with all of that. Instead of spending all day painting and preparing, I'd rather spend the days/weeks we have left enjoying life as just the two of us before we become a family of three. So I'm letting go of having the house in perfect order. It's not like it would stay that way for long anyway, right?
Part of the reason behind this change was the realization that I need to make room in my life for the possibility that I could go into labor at any moment. Up until now I've known that was true intellectually, but I kept pushing it aside hoping that Wolverine would wait longer. In order to be mentally/emotionally prepared for the birth I need to change my state of mind. So I am.