the final countdown

One month. Four weeks. Twenty-eight days. Six-hundred and seventy-two hours. Forty thousand, three hundred and twenty minutes. However you add it up, that's how long until my official due date. Anything measuring over forty thousand sounds incredibly overwhelming to have to live through, but something as short as four seems scarier since it's too short. Either way, the final countdown has begun.

To make things just all the more interesting, my lovely husband started phase two of the 'bathroom project,' just the latest in the string of seemingly never-ending home improvements needed in our tiny little townhouse. The kids' bathroom upstairs was redone earlier this year. I believe the first day of the BP was February 22, 2007-- the day the ceiling came down in the dining room. That needed to come down because of the leaks from the two bathrooms directly above. The kids' bathroom is almost completely finished-- only four little things left on the list. (Of course there is a list!) But we have now embarked on our bathroom, which is a bit more intensive. The demolition involved removing every piece of everything from the room it seemed-- cabinet, sink, toilet, tub, walls, floor, even some sub-floor. It's basically a shell of a room. LH has been working his patootie off in every spare moment of time to get things moving on this part of the project, but as things usually go in our crazy lives, there have been a few setbacks, including the purchasing and returning of two tubs so far. I'm really hoping that tub #3 is going to be the finalist, because it's deep, and I like that. I think it's pretty secure as the plan is for the plumber to come tomorrow and hook up the pipes. But, I'm learning the hard way that plans are never secure when it comes to home improvement.

The reason that I'm even writing about these inane aspects of our lives is that I'm trying VERY VERY hard to not have a nervous breakdown about this project. I have one month, four weeks, forty-thousand some-odd minutes... I need a bathroom before this baby comes. I need my bedroom to once again resemble a sleeping quarter rather than an aisle in The Home Depot before this baby comes. I actually need to be able to get up in the middle of the night and not have to walk the maze of toolboxes, drywall and piles of bathroom supplies before this baby comes. There is literally no place to put the co-sleeper until these things are removed from the bedroom, but they cannot be removed from the bedroom until there is an actual bathroom to put them in. I know, I KNOW that lovely husband is doing everything he can to do this work. I know this is totally stressing him out, too. Don't get me wrong, and I don't want to sound crazy selfish, but I am so going through the typical nesting thing right now where I just want to get things organized, and each day more materials are coming into the house making it even more disorganized. I'm just trying to cope. My best way of coping is to put it down in words and hope that it helps to quell the rising anxiety.

Okay, 10:55... must stop obsessing and actually lay down for the first hour of sleep before I need to roll out of bed, jump over a toolbox, dodge the squeaky spots of the hallway floor to go pee in the kids' bathroom and do the reverse trip back to bed. Two hours later, repeat.

Everything always seems to work out in the end. I just have to remember that. :)