You're one week away.
Here's where we stand:
I've turned in my work. Until someone tells me what to do with it next, I'm sitting around.
Your mom is sitting around.
There's a lot of sitting around.
Your mom is reading about how to self induce labor and talking about buying a trampoline. She's ready.
The office is no more, replaced by a guest bedroom, eventually home to the world's greatest South African au pair. There's now a desk and a computer about five feet from our bed which has raised some issues. Apparently typing doesn't count as 'white noise'.
Most of your gear has been assembled, installed, washed, experimented with, etc. Your mom has turned on the swing and stared at it while it makes ocean noises. I may have mentioned that she's ready.
I'm beginning a week of books about baby mind control. I don't think that's technically how they describe themselves, but that's what I'm looking to get out of them.
And I'm finishing up these letters.
Novel - turned in as a screenplay
Dunking - final measurements this week
French - The new plan is to learn together