I am so excited about Sunday. No, I am not having the baby . . . My mom is flying to Deutschland! My mom was present for the birth of her first two grandkids (i.e. my sister's kids), and when she found out that I am pregnant, I knew that wild horses would not keep her away. She was, after all, the second person that I told (um, yes, the German was the first). Now in less than 48 hours she will be here! And she is staying for a month.
A month is a long time. When she first told me about her plans, I was a little bit nervous. My mom speaks no German. Yikes. Will I be able to handle the baby at home and a mom who speaks no English? She cannot even go to the store and buy bread on her own. My mom can say two sentences in German.
"Ein Bier, bitte." One beer, please.
"Gib sie drogen." Give her drugs. (She is learning that one for the birth, just in case I cannot speak for myself.)
I am terrified that she will use one of these two sentences at passport control on Sunday. I don't think they would let her into the country.
As I considered these things, angst descended upon me that I would have to look over her as well as the new baby. However, as is tradition amongst the women in my family, I was totally over reacting. Now, I am so happy that we will have that much time together. First, Little Dude is probably not going to be on time, so we know she won't miss the not so blessed event. Second, it will be good to have someone to talk to in English during labor. I am sure that my German will not be at its best as I am pushing out a bowling ball. Finally, I am glad I will not be alone with Little Dude for the first few weeks. Although I used to babysit newborns, I live in constant fear that I will "break" my kid. The German only gets one day off from work when Little Dude gets here. Thank goodness that mom will be here to help. Moms are good. I hope I can be as good a mom as she was.
In other news, I had my last day of work today. I am now on "maternity leave," or something resembling it. It was very strange to say to my students today, "So that's it for me. See you in April." I cannot imagine not going to work for two months. In fact, I have already made a small list of things I want to do in my office on Monday. When I mentioned to my mom last night that I had to run to the office on Monday, she yelled. Loudly. "No!" I guess I will have to find some way to distract her.