The Night Before

My last meal before the fasting begins after midnight. A chocolate-banana-peanut butter smoothie served in a cup with a fat panda stuffing its face on it. It could not be more fitting.

Also, shout-out to Martin for driving 20 kilometers to the only store open today to get the bananas. Grocery stores are closed on Sundays, except for the store at the airport. I really had my heart set on this smoothie, so away he went. It helped to remind him that’s the last pregnancy errand he’ll ever have to run in his life.

That’s a crazy idea, isn’t it? 

Martin and the kids spent the day at the zoo with his brother and our nieces, who returned to Nuremberg afterwards.

I spent the day sleeping and sunbathing on my balcony. It was such a gorgeous day, and I was sick of being inside. It felt good soaking in the rays, generating some vitamin D.

I won’t be sleeping tonight. I’m too wired and excited. I have some essays due for my classes, so I’ll be using my energy to get those done and to work ahead a little bit. I’ll surf the Internet, and fall into some Wikipedia holes. I’ll make sure our bags are packed, and set out clothes for the kids.

In many ways, it’ll be a normal late-nighter for me. But in other ways, it won’t be normal, of course.

Tomorrow, we’ll have a baby.