I’m ringing in the New Year the good ol’ fashioned Banker way. Today as my sons laundry hit the rinse cycle I was preparing to settle down with a nice ripe banana to watch my favorite soap All My Children. As I stepped out of the kitchen and onto the plush carpeting in the dining area my foot was greeted by something quite moist. “God Damn It Lilian!” was naturally the first phrase out of my mouth seeing as I have stepped in many a mean pile o’ puke before. However, today was different. It was not a steaming pile o’ doggy puke that I had stepped my little foot in but rather a pillowy water bed of carpetting. Yes, you have successfully put one and one together, my apartment was completely flooded! By the time I had recieved this pleasant little F.Y.I. from my loving apartment the damage had been done. The water had leaked sneakily and unbeknownst to me from the washer/dryer area under the carpetting in the dining area, the living room, the main hallway, the master bed room and into my closet. Ah the insanity! Now, as our wonderful lessors attempt to save some coin and salvage the carpet my son, hubs and I look forward to THREE days with 3 industrial strength fans blowing (24 hours a day if we want to be “most effective”) in hopes of living the normal life once again. All I have to say is what a very Banker way to start the New Year!

 Today I address you all exactly seven days before my husband and I will forever be changed from a young, hip married couple into parents! (By the way, can I really be all that young and hip referring to myself as “hip”? Not so sure.) Our induction date has been set for the 2nd of November however I still find myself clinging to the idea of an October baby and really have my fingers crossed for this weekend. F.Y.I. I hear prayer helps, so hook a sister up!

 We have everything that we could possibly need for this baby and then some. I’m ready to pack my bags at a moments notice (although I may be an organized list person I am also an extreme procrastinator so I figure this is the best way to be prepared for the sprint to the hospital). I know what to expect during the labor and delivery process. All that is left is actually having this little bugger and figuring out what to do with him and moreso. . .myself. I figure it can’t be too much harder than dealing with a very vocal puppy. . .which I haven’t had to do thus far in my life. So, I have no choice but to wait this one out and with 7 days left till L&D day I don’t have too long before I find out! 

I honestly feel like the luckiest girl in the world! I’ve had quite an interesting last few weeks with this pregnancy and the emotional rollercoaster that it has sent me on. I never noticed much emotional flux at the beginning or even in the middle of my pregnancy (Chris may say differently) however, in the last fews weeks I have felt complete elation for no reason whatsoever and I am just beaming with appreciation and love right now! No real reason. . .just am. (And seriously, when have you known me to talk like this. . .I mean, appreciation and love? Pure craziness!)

This leads me back to my opening statement; I am definitely, hands down, the luckiest girl in the world. I have the most wonderful husband I ever could have imagined. Chris has put up with my odd requests at all hours of the day (i.e. when mom want wingy) without too much complaint and little resistance. Not only that but, he has offered to rub my back when I complain about the dull ache that has become a constant in my daily life. He has helped out around the house on top of being the only one of the two of us working and bringing in the dough. Surprisingly Chris has also had the time to learn how to manage living with my worsening neurosis over general pick up and cleaning, germs, the birth of and the raising of our baby.

Hubs, I want you to know that I truly appreciate everything you do for me. From rinsing the dishes the way I like, to driving me to get wingy at 11:15 at night when they’re about to close (I know how much you hate that), to essembling the bassinette, the diaper genie II and the transportation system. I love you more than my words can ever describe and absolutely could not live without you in my life. Thank you for being my hubs and the father of my baby boy. I wouldn’t want it any other way.