So one day you are sitting around and your wife is 3 months pregnant - not really showing yet - and you think that it seems like forever until the due date. Plenty of time to prepare. Tons of time.

Then you get a new job. And a new house. And you move halfway across the country. Time marches on and you are really busy unpacking boxes, watering the grass and trying to figure out which box the TiVo remote is in.

Then one day, you blink.

That's where I'm at right now. Emily and I were talking the last weekend about how the due date has completely snuck up on us....is "snuck" a word? Anyway, it's almost here. As the little egg timer on the home page says, we're 44 days away assuming we make it to the due date.

The second child - just because it's second - is much different from the first. Not that it's bad, it just doesn't require all the preparation. I don't have to go out and register for things that we need (and don't need). There's no baby shower this time. I don't sit around reading books about what to expect in the first few months. We already did all of that once and it feels odd not doing it again....like I'm somehow slighting our new daughter somehow.

So, even though there's tons of stuff going on in our lives right now, Emily and I have decided that we have to start getting in the mindset that the baby could essentially come any day. We need to get the hospital bag packed. I need to make sure that I can remember how to work the tiny car seat. Bottles have to be boiled. We have to haul out the box of 0-3 month clothes that Mackenzie wore 20 months ago. I have to stock up on formula and really tiny diapers.

But this time, I know I can do it. I've done it before. I mean, how tough can it be?

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