In my parenting class this weekend, we learned (among many other useful things) that expectant mothers tend to be hypervigilant. With good biological reason – we have a little person to protect, after all.

Which is what R is chalking these preparations and weather monitoring up to today. The local rivers are flooding; we’ve already received a “prepare to evacuate” message from the apartment office, and they’re sandbagging around the drainage canal behind my apartment.

While they’re not calling for any more flooding than we had a couple of days ago, I’ve also never seen them sandbag before. So I’ve packed bags, made arrangements in case we have to evacuate, and am keeping an eye on things.

_{Interestingly enough, I’m finding better info on Twitter than on traditional broadcast media. Behold the power of social networking!}

R scoffs at my preparation. Which I don’t understand; there is a real threat, and it’s not like I’m a gibbering mess – I’m just covering my bases.

I guess what it comes down to is this: the baby isn’t in his belly.