Did you really think that we would name our child Baldwin Arilies or Narda Chavelle … ???
I mean, seriously. For those of you who were trying to think of ways to compliment either name when the baby was born, please be relieved to know that it was a joke. Just don’t be asking us what the names are that we really have picked out because then we will be forced to name our child either Baldwin or Narda.
Now that the hormones are really starting to get in my way lets just get a few things out in the open. I cry when I haven’t eaten by 7 pm because by then it’s too much work to make a meal and too late to wait for a seat in a restaurant.
My feet, which are, no kidding, size 4 in real life are the size of small soccer balls. My toes serve no balance purpose whatsoever anymore and it hurts to get up after sitting for more than 10 minutes.
Seeing an elderly man shiver a bit from a chill makes me cry. Seeing a baby smile at their mother in the grocery store, makes me cry. Aaron says Hi when he gets home, it makes me cry.
Thinking about the color and decor of the nursery makes me cry, the feeling of a warm shower makes me cry and when Aaron rubs my feet – you’re right, I cry. But not because it’s sweet. It actually hurts when he rubs my feet and that mixed with the AWESOME feeling of NOT being on my feet is overwhelming.
There aren’t enough pickles in a jar and I now know why people want pickles with their ice cream. They’re not crazy.
And since we’re throwing caution to the wind, lets just talk about the boobs. Because fabric is stimulating I ALWAYS look like I’m freezing. And, I’m sorry, but it’s embarrassing for me too. SO STOP LOOKIKNG AT THEM! It really doesn’t help that I work in customer service and almost every male customer thinks he’s smart enough to somehow distract me or avert their eyes … I can tell when you’re not looking at my face.
As I type, my abdomen is being kicked, as is this laptop sitting on my abdomen. I’ve been able to feel this wonderful little thing for about a week and a half already, but it’s getting continually stronger.
It started out as just some fluttering as they would say. Sometimes it felt like someone was flicking me from the inside – it was awesome. Now it’s a good old (light albeit) tap on the ol’ innards.
Everytime I feel the stirring start I quick grab Aaron’s hand and jab it to the general area. He’s usually mortified that the jabbing is even taking place, and when I say Push harder – it’s ok … his face scrunches up and he looks at me like I’m mostly crazy but whatever.
For those of you who think pushing on a pregnant abdomen is somehow wrong or abusive, let me just say – first – are you female? Have you been pregnant, read the books, or talked to a doctor? Second I’ll point out that this baby is more carefully protected and isolated from the outside world, or pressure from a palm than Mike Meyers in the Fat Bastard suit.
Aaron hasn’t really felt the baby yet, and probably won’t be able to for a few weeks or even months yet … but it’s worth a try, crazier things have happened.
I can’t wait for the night that we forgo the movie rental and spend the ENTIRE evening watching my belly move or rather the baby moving my belly.
Meet my one and only nephew, Kael. This little man is some of my inspiration for wanting a baby. I had the privilege of watching Kael and his big sister, my niece, Miah, for a few days when my brother and sister-in-law were on a cruise.
Let me just tell you how much I fell in love with this kid in those few short days.
I guess it was something I have never really felt before, being loved and depended on by such a freely giving person. I babysat for years and have other nieces, but I guess I hadn’t gotten this close to any of them before.
I suffered some major separation anxiety when I went back to work after taking care of him. I’m just so excited to have that with my own.
Kael, of course, isn’t the soul inspiration for getting pregnant. As the math would work out, I was already pregnant while taking care of him and Miah, but it doesn’t hurt to have a small taste of what’s to come to get you wanting more.
As Tom Hanks in CASTAWAY when he finally makes fire and with the gut filled conviction announces it to the world around him – allow me to introduce THE SHELF with the same conviction.
I have produced this awesome, now kicking, living thing and it works as more than a pee reflex or uncomfortable sleeping position giver, it now works as a SHELF.
The wonders of this shelf are endless, the laptop which used to slide all over my legs and belly in bed, now sits up right in position as commanded.
The bowl of grapes or any other fruit I’m craving now has a home within 18 inches of my hungry mouth.
And that pillow Aaron likes to use when laying next to me, yea, is now the shelf.
One of my many errands took me to the outlet mall here in Holland today.
As I was driving in there was a sign and some things set up outside. BABY STUFF. It was 70% off, and when you went inside, there were signs for 50% and 30% off. I discovered Carters outlet store.
I happen to be a magnet to anything that states something is money off the lowest ticketed price. But BABY STUFF with money off the lowest ticketed price – HOLY CRAP. This baby is going to be the best dressed 0-3 month old EVER!
I bought the outfit to come home from the hospital in, and some sleepers, and onsies. I did buy 12-18 month onsies too … so I can say I’m prepared past 3 months in some way.
We haven’t really gotten anything for the baby yet on our own, we’ve been given a few things from family but we’ve been waiting to get into a new house before we unleash the baby buying power.
It’s been so hard not to buy baby stuff, most of the time I don’t go to said sections of stores but I want to so bad. And today I broke down and went INSIDE a store that only has baby clothes, games and even rain boots.
Hopefully we’ll have a new house in the next 2 or 3 months so we can register for the necessities and I can have a place to put my new baby clothes on tiny baby hangers in a baby nursery. 🙂
Did I mention we’re having a BABY!!!!!