My birthing tub is here!
Okay, I can now go into labor anytime and have the birth experience I want. So, I need you all to chant with me “Come on out Otter, we want to meet you.”
Thanks! There is no way he can ignore that!!
M
Nesting…. again.
Nesting…
I am so nesting. Yesterday I bought wood oil/soap and shined my floors with it. I swept and mopped and organized my house. Today I bought a new shelving unit and improved the cleanliness of the office.
You still can’t eat off my floors, but then, with two dogs and three cats when can you ever? Besides, whenever I sweep and mop Bella follows me through the house shaking her fur everywhere. It’s as though she needs a certain amount of her fur on the floor to feel comfortable. Sigh.
Fewer contractions today than yesterday, but the birthing tub I ordered is late in arriving so it’s a good thing that I haven’t begun to go into labor yet.
I have been on a massive shopping spree to stock up on Monkey entertainment devices for when Otter arrives. I have craft kits, paint sets, doll house toys, mini ball shooters, board games, and more. I have a box and a good portion of a shelf in my craft room designated as the “Monkey boredom prevention emergency supply center.” Additionally I have stocked a drawer in the fridge with fruit and cheese snacks she can get herself, along with juice boxes. She should be set for snacks and entertainment while we all get used to the idea of Otter being around.
It is going to be interesting, she is so good with little babies, and so patient. However, this is not a cute baby that leaves soon after arriving, this is a brother. One of those loud, stinky, obnoxious creatures who takes your toys and tells your friends embarrassing things about you. (Sorry Shane, I promise that I do not feel this way about you any longer, even if you did eat a dog biscuit in front of Vargus the first time he came to our house.) I am assuming that she will eventually feel some competitiveness or resentment towards Otter, even if she is extra good with him in the beginning.
I am attempting to lessen any sense of being left out by providing her with many a thing to do, making sure she can get snacks and treats easily, and by working with Lee to give her one on one mommy time at least once a week for a few hours. I think we will be able to make it work.
We will find out soon, even I can’t be pregnant forever!
Tic tic tic…
Odd looks…
As though I am a bomb about to go off… a dangerous instrumentality about to loose my destruction upon the world. Everywhere I go I run into people who look at me as if I am about to fall at their feet and give birth right then and there.
Grocery store employees appear nervous around me, medical personnel behave as though they might be fated to deliver my baby in the Dunkin Donuts over lunch.
Of course, even Lee stares at the size of this baby belly of mine and says “My god, you are sooo big. I don’t think you can do another two weeks of this.”‘
Today at the doctor’s appointment my OB asked me how large Monkey was while he measured my belly. “9 lbs, 1 and 1/2 ounces” I said. He looked at me and responded, while feeling the baby’s back and feet under my skin. “Good, cause this is one big baby.”
He is though, I can feel his head, his feet, his little bottom. He is easily going to avoid all the lovely 0-3 month clothing everyone so lovingly bought him and jump straight into 3-6 month. Of course, so did Monkey. I never used newborn diapers with her, as they were too small when she was a newborn.
Of course, I am a little nervous about having a larger than average baby, but the again, no one has ever called me petite. I am a larger than average woman. If there is one thing my gene’s do well, it’s grow and birth big healthy babies. (I am Scandinavian, here me roar!)
Well this ticking time bomb is off to bed! Sleep well.
SavvySpoons 