Well... we're officially on the countdown. Only 25 more days until your arrival! I can't tell you how much we are looking forward to it. Or how much we've discussed what to name you. We've had several "helpful" suggestions from friends and family, and I think now is a perfectly good time to document some of the names that have been ruled out... or vetoed immediately.
- Millicent (your Daddy had a spit-take when I pulled that one out.)
- Zoey (we both love the name, but you have a second-cousin by that name)
- Lila (again... love the name, but cousins already beat us to it!)
Those are just a few of the many, MANY names that have been thrown at us (or by us) in the last couple of months. I think that the name we're most comfortable with is going to be perfect and I've already been calling you by it just to test it out. It seems to work!
We went to our doctor's appointment yesterday and got to see that you are head down (right on my bladder) with your bummy shoved up into my ribs and your feet kicking whatever organs are left on the right side of my body. This has led to the reemergence of waddling. Which is never a good sign. And the bummy in the ribs is constantly leaving me out of breath. But right now, it's the head on the bladder that's driving me batty. I don't remember having to pee this much with your sister. And sometimes it's a total false alarm. I don't like those at 3 a.m., sweetie.
My friend Sarah came to visit last weekend. She's pregnant, too. About 29 weeks in this pic, I believe.
But, as you can see... I win. In the belly AND the hair department. Good grief! Who lets their wife go out like that?
Your nursery is about 90% complete. I finally ordered the wall decals and Daddy and I put them up tonight. It's super cute and when the room is finally finished, we'll post pics. Just a quick FYI... we took so much care with Hazel's nursery when she was still in utero... everything had to match. With you? Well, we got real. And we scored a free crib. So you're getting Hazel's old changing table and dresser... still the nicest piece of furniture in the house... and she's going to have to settle for a new dresser that may or may not match the rest of her room. But honestly? Who cares? Do I really think that it's going to upset her if her dresser is white and her crib is dark? I will not raise a diva. I. Will. Not. And you won't care, either, that your dresser is dark and your crib is light. You wanna know why? Because there are bigger issues in the world.
Issues like the fact that Mommy needs to use the bathroom right now because you keep head-butting my bladder.
You've gotten the hiccups quite regularly and it's one of those things that I get to share with you... and no one else knows. It's kind of fun. And Daddy finally got to feel you move the other night. The first time he's gotten that opportunity. You've been moving around a lot more at night, so I guess I can kiss my dream of having a baby that automatically sleeps at night GOOD-BYE.
We are so excited for you to join our little family. We're even more excited to see if we can actually do it better this time. Because if you don't know by now, we were pretty much ginormous screw ups when we brought your older sister home. I truly don't know how she survived those first few weeks with us. But, she taught us a ton... which we hope we can put to good use on you!
I remember the night Hazel was born... right after delivery when your Daddy was giving her her first "bath". I remember sitting there... coming down off of all the drugs... and being completely stunned.
Stunned that we'd finally done it. Stunned that there was actually this little person that had come out of me and that I was somehow supposed to take care of for the rest of her life. Stunned at all of the emotions swirling around me. And stunned that our coupledome was officially over. Our life... as we knew it... would never be the same. Of course I thought about that pre-delivery. Even thought about it pre-pregnancy. But it doesn't sink in until you're sitting there in a hospital bed, on top of an ice pack with two Tucks pads in your undies and after having a nurse help you to the bathroom so that you can lose whatever is left of your dignity... all while watching the man you love tenderly wash the sore head of your baby for the first time.
You always think you're ready. You're not. And I'm sure that we won't be completely ready for you to make our threesome a foursome. But we're way more prepared mentally for whatever changes you bring into our lives. And are so looking forward to it.
Goodnight, Squirt. Sleep safe and tight in there for a few more weeks. We already love you. And will forever.