37 Weeks!! 3...ish to go?

Peter: Well we've made it to Full-Termsville. It's a great place to be. We don't have the jitters of worrying if he'll be a premie baby and so now we just have the jitters of "we hope he's a healthy baby boy with no problems." Of course Tayva's handling it like a trooper. It's not been til recently that she's okay if he comes now. I realize a lot of women are ready for the pregnancy to be over around 5 months because of the discomfort but Tayva's just now hit that phase. Of course Tayva's a tough chick and so wonderfuly patient which is one of the many things I love about her. For my part I'm scared to death. I saw those movies in our class: my wife is in immense pain for like 2 days and I'm helpless, all I can do is rub her back with a tennis ball and make sure not to give her more than 2 fingers to squeeze (so she can't break my hand).

Although Tayva assures me that there aren't a lot of women who die during child birth anymore that doesn't mean it doesn't scare me to death. Last week her family threw her a baby shower and her dad and I were talking and I mentioned giving her a blessing and he looked at me and said "sounds like you're the one who needs the blessing." Touche Ethan.

We've made a bet as to when we think he'll come. The stakes are whoever is within 5 days of their guess the other one has to plan the first post-baby date. I've guessed the 13th so if he comes between the 8th (my dad's birthday) and the 18th I win. Tayva guessed the 21st so if he comes between the 16th and the 26th she wins. If he comes in the 2 days that our guesses overlap then it's a paper-rock-scissors cage match. I really hope he comes between the 8th and the 16th because I've got a test the 7th and then midterms the 22nd-24th, so...

We're pretty sure that we're going to name him Calvin James Case. (most people think of Calvin and Hobbes when they hear the name Calvin although for some strange reason I think of President Calvin Coolidge whom up to this week when I wikipedia'd him I knew nothing about).

(the two Calvins)

Calvin was the middle name of my great-grandpa Childs a man I love and look up to. I always felt on my mission that my Great Grandpa Dean and Bob (Robert Calvin) were with me, comforting me and keeping me going. The first time I went into the Toronto Temple I felt them both very near. And then the middle name James was Tayva's Grandpa's name. Tayva's grandpa was a great man. He had his share of difficulties but he loved his family and was so proud of Tayva. He would tell people who Tayva introduced him to that Tayva taught herself to read at the age of 2, smartest little kid he knew. He was the one rooting for us to get married before we had talked about it. When we told them we were engaged he jumped off his chair (which wasn't easy for him at that time) and said "No foolin?!" A couple days before he passed away we went to help him get out of his seat. He was pretty out of it but Tayva's grandma said "Jim, Peter and Tayva are here. You remember Peter?" He said "Sure I do. Hell of a nice guy." That was the last thing he said to me. I loved him as well. So Calvin James Case....unless he doesn't look like a Calvin. Maybe he'll look like a Rutegar but what does a Rutegar look like?

(Like this?)

Tayva: I have to laugh whenever Peter stresses about me giving birth. Isn't that my job? But I guess I'm not really that worried (anxious, nervous, excited, yes, but not really worried, as such) so I guess one of us has to be stressing out.

We've been trying to get some final preparations done (without overdoing it, hopefully) for when our munchkin arrives: washing the bedding for the crib, doing a load of the newborn/0-3 months clothes along with receiving blankets, etc. I am really excited to dress him up in the cute little Halloween costume his Grandma Tina bought him (see little tiger of awesomeness picture), so he'd better come in time to wear it!

I'm starting to realize that there are a good number of things that are just not going to get done before he gets here, so I'm trying to pick and choose the most important/most do-able. This has basically come to mean finishing the front room curtains (and the bedroom ones, hopefully), finishing the books I'm binding for my Chinese-learning brother, making sure the house is ready for a new baby (nursery finished and CLEAN, changing table cleared off so as to be usable, diaper stockpile arranged in a useful order), and the hospital bag packed. So far the hospital bag contains a towel and two pairs of warm socks. And a couple spare toothbrushes. I'm not actually sure what the towel is supposed to be for, actually, since the hospital will definitely provide one. I just put it in because some list recommended it. (Maybe for sitting on in case my water breaks?)

(The inspiration for new curtains--yes, it is a pillowcase. Held up by magnets.)

My bookbinding station, complete with supplies, instruction manuals, paper for covers, and the three sections of the book-in-progress itself.

The nursery corner of the bedroom. Not shown: second-hand rocker-glider, hamper of baby clothes, Baby.

Baby is definitely putting on the pounds, as is reflected by his mama's exponentially (Well...maybe not. But it feels like it.) growing belly. As the poet Gaston once sang so eloquently: "Now I am roughly the size of a barge." Sadly, like so many others of the artistic bent, Gaston Lefrenchperson's life was cut tragically short when he lost his balance during a rooftop excursion in the rain, in the course of his attempt to, as it were, "Kill the Beast."

Authorities fear drinking may have been a factor.

You have all the pictures to corroborate the wild tales we have been telling you. I am now going to eat a slice of apple pie.