t minus 1,814,400 seconds

yep - that's the number of seconds until the bean is due to make his appearance. three weeks. it sounds a little better when you look at it in terms of seconds, though. almost two million of anything sounds much better than three.

everyone keeps asking if we are ready, and of course the answer i always give is no. a girl in my childbirth class asked me that last week and when i gave my response, she looked at me like i had three heads. come on, now. who could ever really be ready for something like that? even if you have the nursery completed, every diaper for the first six months purchased, and are basically sitting at home twiddling your thumbs every day just waiting for the baby to arrive, could anyone ever really say they were ready? i know we aren't. we finally have the car seat so we will technically be allowed to take him home from the hospital, but we are seriously lacking in many areas. the "nursery" (if you can call it that) looks like a cyclone hit it. there is crap everywhere. we haven't really thought about a game plan for what to do if and when i go into labor. we still haven't even finished unpacking all of our boxes from moving in to our new place. we are still in the middle of our crash course of baby classes. and don't even get me started on the emotional and psychological aspect of what is coming at the end of the next 1.8 million seconds.

but i kind of like the fact that we aren't ready for him to arrive. normally i would freak out, because for pretty much all of my 31 years i've been able to control what i am doing and know exactly how things will turn out. but the more this whole pregnancy thing progresses, i realize that so many things fall out of your hands when you decide to start a family. you really don't have a whole lot of say in how things go. you do the best you can and the rest of it is up to something (or someone) else.