Monday, January 26, 2009

"The Fog Is Getting Thicker..."

and Alphagal is getting larger. I might actually be taller lying down than standing up.

Slightly less than 4 weeks to Due Date. This is familiar. I am so sick of looking like Pappy O'Daniel, and still I am all but in denial about the baby actually coming anytime soon. Do I have my hospital bag packed? Nope. Do I have the babyseat installed in the car? Nah. Fortunately, I can still count on SNG to get the nesting urge. The nursery is painted and decorated, the 0-3mo boy clothes are all washed and put away, and we have an action plan in place for e-baby when The Time Comes. In fact, we have plans A, B, and C.

I have reached a degree of hugitude where it's really hard to drive my car, sit at my desk at work, climb a flight of stairs, sleep, clip my own toenails, or do just about anything else that I'd otherwise take for granted.

I'm not really looking forward to the sleepless nights (and days) to follow when the baby does make an entrance. I worry about e-baby feeling neglected when she's no longer the only kid in the house. And I dread the work it's going to take to lose this baby weight. Nonetheless, I am dying to see what this little guy will look like, what his temperment will be, whether he'll be anything like his big sister, or whether they'll be polar opposites. It should all be a lot of fun, but it is going to get really hectic around here for awhile.

Recent and curious e-baby news...
She correctly identified a glockenspiel by its sound today from her Baby Einstein DVD. That was just... weird. I won't be laughing about those baby music classes at the daycare anymore.
Last weekend, Dianaverse was in the car and asked e-baby what was in her cup-holder. E-baby said it was milk. Diana asked what kind of milk. E-baby told her it was a liquid. Heh. Smart-alec.
I wouldn't want anyone to think it's all roses and bunnies around here, so here's a poopy one. E-baby is a little bit obsessed with seeing what she's "done" in the toilet, especially if it's a #2. This evening, after a particularly difficult effort, she looked inside and whispered, in apparent awe, "it's soooo beautiful." I almost had an aneurysm trying not to laugh.

1 comment:

PartnerInCrime said...

First off, dude, *I* don't even know what a glockenspiel sounds like, and I sure as heck wouldn't know to identify it as such if I heard it. That is both brilliant and truly bizarre.
Also, yes, I imagine that the initial transition phase with the new baby will be rough, but you're a smart cookie and you'll figure it out. You and SNG will each make sure that e-baby gets some one-on-one time with Mommy and Daddy, you'll work it into your daily routine, and it'll be fine. (FYI, my next-door neighbors have 2 kids, a 7 year-old girl and 4 year-old boy. At bedtime, Mom & Dad take turns spending about 10-15 minutes with each kid talking about their day before they go to sleep. I sort of love that, and may steal the idea whenever we have a second.)
Don't forget, during the first several weeks when you're a mess trying to figure out what the heck you're doing with this new baby ("oh wait, you have to burp them? I totally forgot!"), e-baby is going to be getting LOTS of extra special attention from grandparents. So she'll probably adjust before you do.