Did you know that pregnancy is longer than 9 months? It’s actually 9 months and 2 weeks. In the extreme cases a woman might be pregnant for a full 10 months. This was not imparted on me 9 months ago.

Tomorrow Courtney will be 5 weeks from the official due date of October 27th. At this stage doctors tell husbands to not travel, stay sober, and keep your cell phone charged. Courtney has told me a few times that she thinks she’s had the faux contractions starting. Last night after a hefty helping of Sawatdee (Which will send anyone’s nether-region into a tizzy ) Court alluded to the fact that she holds back telling me everything that she has been feeling for fear of me losing it. I thanked her for that. The two of us are completely the same when it comes to overreacting in a situation. The less I know the better.

The last month has been normal, to be honest. We’ve spent so long being so excited that now it just seems status-quo to have a baby on the way. It’s hard to explain but I think our mentality has changed from all this nesting to final acceptance. We spend our time waiting. At this point I’m so used to Courtney being pregnant that I’m not sure she’ll ever have the child.

We were pulled out of our daily haze the other night during the hospital tour. The tour showed us where to go and answered some really practical questions like “Can I drop my wife off at the emergency entrance?” and “How long does it take to get an epidorol?” As we were standing in a delivery room I realized that in a very short period Court and I will be right there having a baby.

Crazy.

I can’t say the dogs are ready for it. It may be our perception, but they seem to be acting a little bit off-center. They’re being clingy and overly demanding. I worry about them with a child in the house. The last thing I want happening is the baby swing being knocked over by a stampede of dogs. It will take some coordination I think to make sure we all can fit in the house.