Ready or Not, Here She Comes!

As strange as this sounds, the imminent birth of our daughter is really starting to seem more real. We have seen her face in a sneak peek of the upcoming 3D sonogram (she looks like N's Dad), N is starting to show (not to mention duck walk a little), and we now have baby stuff laying everywhere. We have begun to get her room ready with some fresh paint, next will come the furniture and decorations. The cat is starting to freak out, although she has no idea why. I know, but I’m not telling her. It’s the only joy I get from having this cat.

I was able to feel the baby really move around the other night. It’s good I’m not the pregnant one. Having something moving around in me would give me the permanent heebie jeebies. I keep seeing that scene in Alien where the thing pops out of the guy’s chest. As painful as that looked, I think I would prefer it to the reality of birth. Ouch, ouch, and holy crap ouch.

Mom and Dad came over to give N a Mother’s Day Present. They went full bore grandparents and brought some serious swag. We now have a fancy new pack and play and a “travel system”. I always thought PnP’s were cool, and they are, just not as easy as I would have thought. Maybe you get good at getting them back into that tiny little sock. Right now it looks like we crammed a body in there, and some of the parts are still on the floor. Now, the travel system is the absolute coolest. If it’s got wheels and buttons, I’m all in. It’s a combination stroller and car seat. It’s like having our own friggin Transformer!! Push this button, it reclines. Pull this lever, it folds into the shape and size of a Rubik’s Cube. Twist this other thingy, machine guns pop out. I want a car like this thing. Makes you feel like 007, especially when you discover it has LATCH. While it is supposed to stand for Lower Anchors and Tethers for Children, I like to think it stands for some kind of secret organization headquartered in a mountain.

We are also starting to collect the required one million onesies. Now I know where retired people get their dog clothes. After the kid gets bigger, we will have to get a poodle to wear this stuff. We have some shoes. Does a baby need shoes? Socks I get, but shoes? Is she going to stroll in from her morning walk one day? And they are so tiny. I think babies have hooves instead of feet. There is no room for a full foot to go in these things.

Ok, peoples, more to come later. This may be the calmest post for a very long time. As the time gets nearer, these posts will show more urgency, excitement, and raw fear.