Baby On My Mind

I know you’re not surprised to see that I’ve got Baby on the brain. Seriously I’ve got a month left until the little one is due & nothing else to focus on.  There is SO much that needs to be done around the house & yet here I sit on the couch watching TV.  Now that sounds lazy & let me tell you it feels even lazier!  However, I know that it is best for Baby so I’m doing my very, very best to be good.  There are days where I don’t do as much sitting as I should.  Those days are usually spent at least partially at the doctor’s office getting hooked up to all kinds of monitors to see if Baby is behaving him/herself.  Usually the answer is no…in fact I’ve had quite a few ultrasounds in the past couple weeks.  Seems Baby doesn’t really want to move around when the doctor is watching; nor show anybody a clear view of any features.  We have tried & tried but each time we go for a profile picture or a facial picture Baby gets creative in hiding.  The first time Baby simply rolled over & presented his/her butt to the camera.  The second time Baby decided that just hiding behind hands wasn’t enough & pulled both feet up as well.  Attempt number 3 was Baby flattening the whole face against the wall of the uterus…rather like pressing your face tightly against a window or pillow.  The last time we did get a bit of a profile so we know that Baby has eyes, nose, mouth, chin but there’s little to let us distinguish any characteristics.  Seems Baby takes after Mom in a few ways.  *smile* Of course I’m also thinking of all the stuff that I really should have when we bring Baby home.  Fortunately I was given a wonderful Pak n’ Play which is already set up in our bedroom.  It’s pink & gray so I’m hoping this is a girl…otherwise our son will be getting in touch with his feminine side early.  I also found a fantastic high chair (which I obviously won’t need for a while) with extra tray inserts.  The inserts are awesome & have little compartments so food doesn’t have to mix together.  Yes it makes my OCD heart go pitter-patter to think about them.  {I can’t even eat. The food keeps touching. I like military plates, I’m a military man, I want a military meal. I want my string beans to be quarantined! I like a little fortress around my mashed potatoes so the meatloaf doesn’t invade my mashed potatoes and cause mixing in my plate! I HATE IT when food touches! I’m a military man, you understand that? And don’t let your food touch either, please? ~LL Cool J as Patrick Zevo in “Toys”} Anyway, I’ve got a car seat, a place for Baby to sleep & lots of love…what I don’t have yet are diapers, clothes, blankets and all the other things.  I have about a dozen onesies but I know that once Baby arrives I will have a package filled with (gender appropriate) clothing coming from a friend who is blessing us with her generosity.  Just another reason I find that being on Twitter is an amazing blessing sometimes.  As for the diapers, blankets etc I guess I’m just having faith that I will have enough of what is needed.  I know we’ll get quite a few receiving blankets from the hospital & I have several heavier blankets (not that I will need them in July) along with a quilt that Grandma B made for me years ago.  Sadly Grandma B is no longer here but she made quilts for all her grandchildren who didn’t yet have kids before she died.  It is very special that I’ll have that blanket in which to bring my first born home. I’m not sure how the labor, delivery etc will go…not that I can know that but I do need to start thinking of being prepared.  That means packing a bag of stuff I’ll need in the hospital.  The big wild card is when all this will happen.  Since Hubby has been at his job less than a year he has ZERO vacation time.  That means any time he spends with me is unpaid time off.  There is just no way we can afford for him to miss more than 1 day of work.  I’m praying that I go in on a Friday night & am out of the hospital on Monday.  That way Hubby can be with us in the hospital & not miss work.  It’s a catch-22 situation because I want nothing more than for Hubby to be there the whole time….thinking that he might miss a moment of our precious little one’s arrival makes me sad. Overall I am anxious for the next month to be over…not because I am tired of being pregnant (although it is getting tiring) but because I can barely stand waiting to SEE & HOLD this little one, to spend hours watching him/her sleep, to snuggle into bed at night as a family, to watch Hubby be a father & to show Baby off to the world.