- Baby Name. I have compromised, OK, given in. Rowan was the first choice of first names, and Jezebel was allowed for a middle name (it doesn't have to be on school paper work, she says). But after much contemplation (and disparagement) I have come to really appreciate the other first choice, Calliope. Rowen Calliope, RCW, just like her daddy. Check.
- Baby Bathing Sink. New faucet installed that will allow the laundry sink to become a baby bathtub. Check.
- Dining Room Ceiling. The project that started, well really years ago when we torn down the beams, then last winter when we scrapped off the popcorn, then last spring when I ordered the tin, then this fall when first attempt to put them up failed, and finally this winter got it up and the crown moulding installed! And it looks good! Now the DR can be used again. Check.
- Baby Seat. The Subaru now had the seat base installed. Not as easy on a vehicle without anchors built in, and these rear facing seats take up a lot of room, but it is secure. Check.
Things not done yet include:
- Guest Bedroom. aka Mother-in-law (or Au Pair) quarters. The spare bedroom downstairs which has been a bedroom, tool room, green house, office, and junk room in the few years we have lived here, now needs to be a livable space since the 2nd bedroom upstairs will be Rowan's. The ceiling has been re-sheet rocked and needs to be taped, mudded and painted, and there is a 16" gap in the wall from when we replace the waterlines, that still needs to be patched.
- Baby Seat. A second baby seat base need to be installed in my car. With LATCH hooks, it should be a snap, even if it means the passenger seat needs to be pushed all the way up to make room.
- Daddy Bag. For the hospital, they have a list of things dad's should pack. Not as long as the things mom's need, but but I can pare down that list even more, like a shaving kit, wont be needed. Change for the vending machines, maybe. I have it worked out, I need cell phone, cell phone charger, (that takes care of notifications, pictures and entertainment), sweatpants and slippers (for comfort) and a wallet.
- FREAKING OUT!! I suppose I will have this to look forward to for the next 18+ years. No amount of preparation and planning seems sufficient. "Don't worry, you be fine," or "You'll be a great dad," comments don't help to assuaged my apprehension(better make that plural)s over my impending daddihoodness. Eek! All I can be sure of is that if I can be half the dad mine was, then I will do alright and little RC will be fine.
Fingers crossed...7 more weeks...