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2 weeks notice

I probably should have mentioned last week that we hit 37 week mark. It's a great milestone because that means the pre-kid is full term. But let's be honest...it's a bit overshadowed by the next milestone...birth.

According  to the math we're due in two weeks...well two weeks and a day to be honest. Now it's a waiting game.

For me it's very much like when I've quit a job. The time left is rather short...except in a way it's painfully long. I'm just kind of waiting around. Everyone knows this time waiting around is a bit useless. And my head is already in the game of my next job...being a dad.

I have nothing left to do. The room is done. I finally painted our back entrance which had paint swatches on it for two years. I made some mobiles for tummy time. Now I'm just hanging here.

Actually I do have one job...get myself some bars to eat while we're at the hospital...but it's like that last task at work. If I don't do it no one will notice except that one person who has to pick up my slack (read my mother in-law)...there might be a little bitching about why I didn't do it...they'll get over it quickly.

But what makes this worse is I don't know the exact time of departure...or in this case arrival. There is always the hope that your employer will come to it's senses and just tell you to not come in anymore (baby born early).

However in this case there could be the scenario where the baby is late. Think of how incredibly horrible if it was your last day at work and your employer says to you "you know what? We're gonna keep you around for a bit longer. No real reason and we're not sure how long...it will be less than two more weeks. Don't worry we let your new employer know...they are cool with it." Damn that would suck...and from what I hear happens to most first timers.

So this is my formal announcement of my two weeks notice and my plea to our pre-kid to make this time as painless as possible.

I should mention a couple things: I realize this whole time and the next few weeks have been/are more painful for Staci (or any pregnant woman.) Also my two week notice doesn't apply to the blog...this will stay around.

And I realize there is still some stuff going on with our pre-kid...but it's really more of that resting period when you make brownies and take them out of the oven...but really if you scoop up the brownie, put it in a bowl and put some fake ice cream (or fake ice cream alternative like real ice cream) on it, it tastes so freaking good.

That's enough analogies and run on sentences for today.

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  1. The anticipation must be killing you guys!

    I'd love to see pics of the mobiles you made! Great idea. (If you posted them before, my apologies, I must have missed that!)

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  2. Yeah, let's see those mobiles. Once Dee was born, all I kept thinking was "So that was you in there all that time, huh?" It's pretty weird to put a face to the love.

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  3. I think mobiles may have been a typo...it's mobile...but the second is on the way...

    It's not super sexy...it's more utilitarian and kind of a montessori thing called a Munari Mobile...and basically looks like this http://www.flickr.com/photos/shaynabrown/3010795085/

    I'll post mine and the rig next week.

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