The King is going out of the Country tonight. He’s only going to up to Canada. But I like saying “out of the Country”. It sounds very Jason Bourne, don’t you think?

Yes, my husband is leaving the County when I’m ten days away from my due date. And I’m fine with it. In fact, I’m looking forward to a night at home with my best friend, May.

Why is The King leaving me? His best friend, who he’s known for more than 20 years, is getting married. And tonight is the Bachelor party. In Canada. Because that’s where they always go to get into a little trouble. The King could have missed this night on the town. But not really, because he’s the Best Man.

The actual wedding isn’t until April 27th. Our baby will definitely be here by then, so there’s no worry about that. But the wedding is in Arizona. As in, no where near where we live. Meaning The King will be leaving me and the new baby. (Because I’m pretty confident that I don’t want to be flying with our newborn son that soon.). Again, The King can’t really miss this since he’s the Best Man. And really, we don’t want him to miss it. He’s going to just fly out for the day. Right now I’m confident that I’ll be fine alone for that short of time. I might not be feeling so confident once I realize how much work having a newborn baby is. But for now, I’m fine with it. I’m even a little bummed that I’ll be missing this wedding. I love weddings.

Monday of this week The King asked me how I thought I’d be feeling by Friday. You know, just to see if he should stay home from Canada tonight. I was like, “yeah, I don’t know how I’ll be feeling. At this point it’s just day to day!” I think he wanted me to be a little more specific. I just can’t be. Heck, I don’t know how I’ll be feeling tonight.

Yes I do. I’m going to be living it up. Sitting on the couch with May, eating pizza, drinking soda and watching seasons 1 and 2 of “Arrested Development”. (Can you believe that May hasn’t seen it yet?) She’s leaving her daughter home with Dad, and heading downtown to make sure that if I do go into labor, I have a ride the hospital. (Oh, and don’t worry, The King is taking his own car tonight so that if I do go into labor, he can drive really fast and get here in time.)

The crib arrived this week. The King put it together last night (I don’t even want to talk about the fact that it took him three hours and countless swear words to get it to this point. And he still needs replacement hardware from the company). I may be able to talk May into helping me move some furniture around tonight (you know, before our fabulous evening begins) and getting the crib all set up. The crib isn’t as big as I had imagined it would be. It is going to fit quite nicely in our bedroom. We will probably even be able to fit some of the drawers we currently have in the front room corner next to the crib. I’m feeling a little more prepared.

Last night The King stood over the crib before we got into bed and said that’s what it’s going to be like when the boy’s here and we get to put him to bed at night. He told me he’s nesting.

Good. One of us should be.