Two weeks out

Chance works two weeks at a time away, something I've avoided posting directly here, just because, but it's relevant to this post, so I needed to say it.

He just left for two weeks, and my due date is 13 days away (September 10). He will be home the night before, but we're hoping he makes it and I don't go into labor on my own. I'm not looking forward to being induced (for atypical reasons) but his time at home will be limited otherwise, so I'm going to if necessary.

But the two weeks I want to talk about right now are the ones that just passed. He came home for his days off two weeks ago, and it occurred to me that we had two weeks left in our current way of life. We had two weeks left as parents of one. It's strange to put such quantitative measures on life, but we knew once he went back to work, it would be different the next time he came back.

Life is so strange when lived in two week increments. You spend a few days getting reaquainted with each others bad habits, you spend a few days resting, and then you cram 30 days worth of dr appointments, errands, dinners with friends, birthdays, holidays, etc into 12 if you're lucky.

Then when he goes back to work, I spend at least a day recouperating. Just sitting immobile on the couch watching tv and tanking up on water like a camel. (haha)

So now, in no more than two weeks we will be parents of two. We will have a newborn. I think it's safe to say I'm getting anxious.