We are less than a month out.
And less than two weeks until our baby turns 10.
What a time.
Since my last post...we have moved the guest room into the basement, moved M into the old guest room, and rearranged our bedroom. There is still a lot of work to do but the big pieces have been completed. Everyone loves the new layout of our bedroom, it uses the space much better and somehow it just feels more comfortable. I've been working out of a corner of the bedroom until we move the office and I often have company lounging on the bed in-between meetings, either a kitty or M. M loves her new room as well. She has a lot more space and she is truly making it her own. And the guest room is dark, cool, and quiet and perfect for naps.
It has felt like a big long game of tetris, shuffling furniture and belongings around so one space can be moved into another. I'll be quite happy when the game is over.
Also since my last post...I saw two of my bestest friends. The two I met serendipitously in the waiting room at John Hopkins when we were less than a year old. And as we said goodbye one of them started to get teary and it scared me a little to realize how worried she was, but I also felt very loved.
Since my last post...I told my team I would be going on leave and made them a pie to show my appreciation for them. When I took leave to have M 10 years ago at nearly the same time I was so anxious about being gone from work for that long and what it would be like when I returned. Now I don't have any of those anxieties and my team has been a great source of support and comfort.
Since my last post...I received my slew of appointments to be cleared for surgery. I knew I had to go back up to NYC to be cleared, but I thought it would just be bloodwork, maybe an EKG. It is a full day of appointments and procedures. It is overwhelming to think about, but I have a little pep talk I give to myself when I start to spiral. The silver lining with having to go back to NYC before the surgery, is that it happens when my in laws are here so they'll go with us, and we'll make the best of it just as we have the past two times. As M says "Tutu always has a plan" and indeed she has started planning a nice trip for us, and I'm grateful for her taking the lead.
Today...my parents planned to come over and help M organize her bedroom and us organize the kitchen. Last night our contractor told us he was sending someone today to look at the outlets that weren't working since the renovations. What we thought may be an easy fix turned into a sawing into the drywall fix...in both the basement and the dining area. So much for getting to the kitchen today...all I can do is throw my hands in the air and try to laugh about it. He also checked all of the outlets upstairs in our bedrooms and bathrooms (not on my radar to have an unexpected person in my bedroom and bathroom today)...I just told myself that this is preparing me for losing all sense of modesty and pride when I am in the hospital. And now they have to come back to fix the drywall...but in this moment; my parents are here, M and my Mom are chatting and organizing, my Dad is calling me by first and middle name, and it's raining (thank heavens).
It's a lot, but it's a lot of all the things...happy, grateful and anxious.
