Yes, you are reading that right. Our lunch meat expires on our due date!!! Our baby will be here before we have to throw out Chris' sandwich chicken!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Bassinet
Last night Chris and I put the bassinet together. Ok, Chris put it together and I watched, but it was very helpful watching. I LOVE it!! It's cozied up right next to our bed - I am embarrassed to admit it, but I spent an inordinately long time practicing putting an imaginary Baby Boy into it last night! I just know he's going to love it too!
Call me picky, but...
Ok, there really is no "but". I'm just picky. I'm picky about a lot of things for Baby Boy (hey, I waited patiently for 5 years to have this baby, I'm allowed to be a little picky!) - but nothing compares to how picky I am with this subject:
The going-home-from-the-hospital outfit.
It has to be just right. It has to be PERFECT!
I don't care that we live 3 minutes away from the hospital. I don't care that he'll probably puke, pee, poop, or all three in the outfit. I don't care that he doesn't care what he's wearing. Doesn't matter a bit to me - this outfit has got to be perfect!
The only problem is, I can't find it. I have searched high and low. I have scoured department stores and Ross, TJ Maxx and baby boutiques, even my old favorites Gymboree and Baby Gap, to no avail.
Part of the problem might be that I don't know exactly what I have in mind. It's one of those magical "I'll know it when I see it" kind of things. The harps will play, the light will shine down, the "Hallelujah Chorus" just might start. I know I want it to be cream, brown, or light blue. It's got to be a one-piece, so there's nothing irritating his cord stump. Probably should be long sleeved with long pants to keep him warm enough. But that's all the criteria I have for what I want... I have WAY more criteria for what I DON'T want!!
This going home outfit can't be just a simple Carters onesie. It's got to be special. It's got to say "I am the most loved baby on the face of the earth."
I tell this to Chris as we are frantically searching the racks at the store. He rolls his eyes and tells me it's more impossible to find a going-home outfit than to find socks for my mom (she's really picky about her socks). I tell this to my sister and she sighs and tells me I'm picky. I tell this to my mom and she (ever-practical) reminds me that he'll probably just stain it.
Aw, heck with it...maybe it will be warm enough that he just come home in his diaper. I'm sure I couldn't put him in anything that's cuter than his soft baby skin!
The going-home-from-the-hospital outfit.
It has to be just right. It has to be PERFECT!
I don't care that we live 3 minutes away from the hospital. I don't care that he'll probably puke, pee, poop, or all three in the outfit. I don't care that he doesn't care what he's wearing. Doesn't matter a bit to me - this outfit has got to be perfect!
The only problem is, I can't find it. I have searched high and low. I have scoured department stores and Ross, TJ Maxx and baby boutiques, even my old favorites Gymboree and Baby Gap, to no avail.
Part of the problem might be that I don't know exactly what I have in mind. It's one of those magical "I'll know it when I see it" kind of things. The harps will play, the light will shine down, the "Hallelujah Chorus" just might start. I know I want it to be cream, brown, or light blue. It's got to be a one-piece, so there's nothing irritating his cord stump. Probably should be long sleeved with long pants to keep him warm enough. But that's all the criteria I have for what I want... I have WAY more criteria for what I DON'T want!!
This going home outfit can't be just a simple Carters onesie. It's got to be special. It's got to say "I am the most loved baby on the face of the earth."
I tell this to Chris as we are frantically searching the racks at the store. He rolls his eyes and tells me it's more impossible to find a going-home outfit than to find socks for my mom (she's really picky about her socks). I tell this to my sister and she sighs and tells me I'm picky. I tell this to my mom and she (ever-practical) reminds me that he'll probably just stain it.
Aw, heck with it...maybe it will be warm enough that he just come home in his diaper. I'm sure I couldn't put him in anything that's cuter than his soft baby skin!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Dear Baby,
Dear Baby,
I think of you all the time. Is that possible? No matter what I am doing, I think of you - I imagine your tiny little fingers and toes, I picture your chubby thighs, I dream of what your head will smell like. I look at your daddy and picture him cradling you in his arms tenderly. I think of how I will read to you and play my piano for you.
Ever since I discovered we were pregnant, I've carried something to remind me of you - not that I need reminding. I keep one of your tiny little socks in my purse, wherever I go. Every once in a while, I take it out and look at it, and think of you... I think of you growing inside of me. Sometimes, in the stressful moments of trying to decide our future plans (to move or not to move? to take a full time job or stay at home?), and during the long drives to and from work, and in the loneliness of missing family and friends, I pull your little sock out to help me keep everything in perspective. No matter what, our little family will be together, full of love - which is the most important thing! I love you so much, Baby, for reminding me daily of the most valuable aspects of life!
I think of you all the time. Is that possible? No matter what I am doing, I think of you - I imagine your tiny little fingers and toes, I picture your chubby thighs, I dream of what your head will smell like. I look at your daddy and picture him cradling you in his arms tenderly. I think of how I will read to you and play my piano for you.
Ever since I discovered we were pregnant, I've carried something to remind me of you - not that I need reminding. I keep one of your tiny little socks in my purse, wherever I go. Every once in a while, I take it out and look at it, and think of you... I think of you growing inside of me. Sometimes, in the stressful moments of trying to decide our future plans (to move or not to move? to take a full time job or stay at home?), and during the long drives to and from work, and in the loneliness of missing family and friends, I pull your little sock out to help me keep everything in perspective. No matter what, our little family will be together, full of love - which is the most important thing! I love you so much, Baby, for reminding me daily of the most valuable aspects of life!
Picnic
This weekend was gorgeous weather. I'm talking 80 degrees gorgeous. Sunny, warm... perfect in every way - and we were stuck in a basement room with no windows for birthing class! Maybe it was a good thing it didn't have any windows, so we couldn't be tortured by looking outside at the perfect weather! So we packed a picnic lunch for our midday break, so we could take advantage of as much of the weather as possible. 
I am so ready for summer sunshine! I keep thinking that the weather will be just like this on the day we bring Baby Boy home from the hospital. I am so excited to bring him on our next picnic!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Check out this transformation! My mom and dad bought this rocker for me twelve years ago! Well, I've been drooling over some gorgeous new gliders, but at $200, totally out of our price range. So I looked at this old glider and realized that my only problem with it was that it didn't match the crib and changing table and I hated the pattern of the seat. So last week when Mom was up, she recovered the fabric with gorgeous cream microsuede and Chris sanded and spray painted the wood. And voila! A totally new, perfect glider... I can't wait to rock Baby Boy in this!
Birthing Class
Ah, the infamous birthing class! Chris and I are officially "graduated" from birthing class and are now allowed to give birth! Seriously, though... as a self-proclaimed "baby and birthing expert" I went into the class with hugely low expectations about just how much I would learn. But, we were both pleasantly surprised at how informative and - dare I say it - FUN the class was! We had a wonderful nurse teaching the class, with a hysterical sense of humor, and we both left feeling confident (I think) in our ability to give birth. Ok, MY ability to give birth and Chris' ability to coach me through it! As long as I don't have to a C-section (I think I almost passed out when we were watching that video!), we are ready for takeoff, people! Next up: meeting with our doula to prepare a birth plan later on this week! There's no turning back now, this baby's coming out one way or another!
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