Well, it's May. We're about a week away from my official due date, but I am ready for him/her to make its entrance into the world any time now. My bags are packed, we have a plan for Marin for every labor scenario depending on the time of day or night that I go into labor, the infant car seat is in the car, and this weekend (thanks to a marathon babysitting session by Grandma and Grandpa) Jason and I scrubbed our house from top to bottom until it shined like the top of the Chrysler building! (Who doesn't love an Annie reference?)
That's right. I was nesting so hard core, that I think it even rubbed off on Jason. We took out every drawer and shelf in the fridge and washed them, we rented the rug and upholstery cleaner and shampooed the couch and all the area rugs. We even organized Jason's workshop a little bit. If the baby doesn't come soon, I might show up at your house next. :)
As we were mid toilet scrub for Jason and dust mop for me, we both said how much we missed Jesus, our amazing no-nonsense (not to mention hilarious) house cleaner in Chicago. I think Jason and I both agree that although we'll never be able to find someone totally like Jesus out here (he still sends Christmas cards and calls on Marin's birthday), we need to someone. Anyone. I can organize all day long, but cleaning toilets is not for me. Sorry if that is snobbish; I'm just keeping it real.
Tomorrow while Marin is at school, I have a manicure and pedicure appointment. After that, the baby has my permission to come anytime. :) My feet are ugly enough, I don't need to be hanging them in the air all day unpedicured. Trust me, the hospital staff would talk. In the meantime, we are just waiting around, twiddling our thumbs, wondering when labor will begin. I'm obsessively checking my now nearly complete "to- do" list every minute as if something I've forgotten will magically appear.
Molly will keep everyone updated here on the blog when it does happen. She did this when Marin was born, and it was much requested that she do so again. For the last two days, becoming a big sister is all Marin talks about, and for the first time in 9 months, she has started saying that she thinks it's a boy baby. Do you think she knows something we don't? Only time will tell.... Tick tock, tick tock.....
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Monday, May 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Just Haven't Met You Yet!
Awaiting the arrival of a baby is a funny thing. It's like getting ready for a permanent roommate whom you've never met. I'm 30 weeks pregnant, and as much as I love and already feel connected to this little bundle, we don't even know if its a boy or a girl yet. Isn't that crazy? For all intents and purposes, they are a stranger. Still, ask any mother and she'll tell you about the instant overpowering love they felt for their child from the very first second they laid eyes on them. And nothing could be more correct. It's truly one of those things that you have heard every mother you know say a million times, but until you experience it yourself, you can't fully grasp.
I remember vividly the instant love I had for Marin the minute I laid eyes on her. It was like I'd known her all my life. I know for sure that it will be the same with this baby. That from the second he or she is born, we won't be able to believe we ever lived a day without them. But today, we don't know what the baby will look like, or what their temperament will be like, or what they will grow to become. We can't wait to discover all of these things. In the meantime, we're primping and building and washing and buying and dreaming all about a stranger who will be born one day in early May and be in our lives forever.
At least when you are pregnant you have nine months to prepare. When you adopt a baby you are only given a weekend, in some cases. Can you imagine that? Of course, usually the family adopting has waited years up to that point, so I am sure that weekend stretches out for what seems like an eternity. Families are very special, and it doesn't matter how you become one, just that you are one; and that you'll have each other no matter what. My parents used to tell my brother and I that if they could line up all the little boys and all the little girls in the whole world, they'd pick us. I remember that always making me feel special; like even when I was naughty, they still loved me more than anything. I hope that my children always feel the same way. Every night before we went to bed when I was a kid, we thanked God for making us a family. I do the same with Marin today.
I'm feeling well. I have the normal uncomfortableness that you do in your third trimester- I sleep with 3 pillows, move at a snails pace, and seem to have less energy than I should, but that's all normal. I have had really bad heartburn again, like I did with Marin, but a few Tums usually do the trick. I carry those puppies with me everywhere. I think my stomach is growing like it did with Marin- everything is wider- so I guess I still think that the baby is a girl. Not everyone is convinced though, and today I actually found myself wanting to buy a book about trucks. Who knows. That's the best part about not knowing. The fact that I am entering the two-months-to-go mark is 2 parts exhilarating and 1 part terrifying. I can't wait to meet the baby, but I have so much to re-learn. It's amazing how quickly I have forgotten everything that a new mother is supposed to know.
As we wait for our family to grow and to meet this little person who will make us four; as I dream about what color hair they will have, and if they will look like Marin or not. As I wonder about what their name will be, and if they'll like to sing... I am reminded of that Michael Buble song: "I promise you, kid. To give so much more than I get. I just haven't met you yet."
I remember vividly the instant love I had for Marin the minute I laid eyes on her. It was like I'd known her all my life. I know for sure that it will be the same with this baby. That from the second he or she is born, we won't be able to believe we ever lived a day without them. But today, we don't know what the baby will look like, or what their temperament will be like, or what they will grow to become. We can't wait to discover all of these things. In the meantime, we're primping and building and washing and buying and dreaming all about a stranger who will be born one day in early May and be in our lives forever.
At least when you are pregnant you have nine months to prepare. When you adopt a baby you are only given a weekend, in some cases. Can you imagine that? Of course, usually the family adopting has waited years up to that point, so I am sure that weekend stretches out for what seems like an eternity. Families are very special, and it doesn't matter how you become one, just that you are one; and that you'll have each other no matter what. My parents used to tell my brother and I that if they could line up all the little boys and all the little girls in the whole world, they'd pick us. I remember that always making me feel special; like even when I was naughty, they still loved me more than anything. I hope that my children always feel the same way. Every night before we went to bed when I was a kid, we thanked God for making us a family. I do the same with Marin today.
I'm feeling well. I have the normal uncomfortableness that you do in your third trimester- I sleep with 3 pillows, move at a snails pace, and seem to have less energy than I should, but that's all normal. I have had really bad heartburn again, like I did with Marin, but a few Tums usually do the trick. I carry those puppies with me everywhere. I think my stomach is growing like it did with Marin- everything is wider- so I guess I still think that the baby is a girl. Not everyone is convinced though, and today I actually found myself wanting to buy a book about trucks. Who knows. That's the best part about not knowing. The fact that I am entering the two-months-to-go mark is 2 parts exhilarating and 1 part terrifying. I can't wait to meet the baby, but I have so much to re-learn. It's amazing how quickly I have forgotten everything that a new mother is supposed to know.
As we wait for our family to grow and to meet this little person who will make us four; as I dream about what color hair they will have, and if they will look like Marin or not. As I wonder about what their name will be, and if they'll like to sing... I am reminded of that Michael Buble song: "I promise you, kid. To give so much more than I get. I just haven't met you yet."
Thursday, February 5, 2009
All my bags are packed; I'm ready to go!
Not leaving on a jet plane... just ready to go to the hospital and have this baby!!
No baby yet. When I went to the doctor last Friday I was 2cm dilated and partially effaced. I go again tomorrow and will post an update with any new news.
In the meantime, we wait. We are both getting quite anxious and I am organizing anything in site. The other day I "offered" to clean out Jason's toiletry drawer in the bathroom. I thought I could find just the right spot for his new razor blades if only we could go through the other "junk". He wasn't as thrilled at the prospect as I. :)
I also feel like we need to clean out our car inside and out. It is so covered in salt we can't possibly bring a baby home from the hospital in that dirty thing, right? Jason graciously obliged by suggestion, I'm sure all the time secretly thinking, "The baby won't know the difference, Johanna."
My dad always used to tell my brother and I, "Idle hands are the devil's workshop." Perhaps that is why I am having trouble just sitting back waiting for this baby to come. Of course, it could just be because I am crazy in general. :) Either way, we are SOOOO excited to meet this baby!
We'll let you know what we find out tomorrow!
No baby yet. When I went to the doctor last Friday I was 2cm dilated and partially effaced. I go again tomorrow and will post an update with any new news.
In the meantime, we wait. We are both getting quite anxious and I am organizing anything in site. The other day I "offered" to clean out Jason's toiletry drawer in the bathroom. I thought I could find just the right spot for his new razor blades if only we could go through the other "junk". He wasn't as thrilled at the prospect as I. :)
I also feel like we need to clean out our car inside and out. It is so covered in salt we can't possibly bring a baby home from the hospital in that dirty thing, right? Jason graciously obliged by suggestion, I'm sure all the time secretly thinking, "The baby won't know the difference, Johanna."
My dad always used to tell my brother and I, "Idle hands are the devil's workshop." Perhaps that is why I am having trouble just sitting back waiting for this baby to come. Of course, it could just be because I am crazy in general. :) Either way, we are SOOOO excited to meet this baby!
We'll let you know what we find out tomorrow!
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