Today has been a considerable movement sort of day. (Whack Whack Whack)….Hey…..Hey pay attention to me!….he seems to be saying.
At times it seems like this kid is getting the short end. A mom could drive herself crazy thinking about “equality”. Instead I have settled on “unequal, yet unique”. There hasn’t been as much photography, there has been zero getting ready specifically for this baby, there hasn’t been as much attention period. And we all know why….because I was busy to start with this go ’round.
But it’s fine. I am okay with it. A girl might have offered up something a little different, but I am realizing the ease and simplicity of it all and that really, at the end of the day, “keep it simple stupid: KISS” is one of my favorite sayings/mottos.
Every so often my mom would bring home a copy of Real Simple. It has that same etherial feel of watching Martha Stewart, which is what had to attract her too it….of course we all know how Real Simple Martha is Not. I still find myself attracted to this magazine – amused by the idea of it as well. A magazine to help you figure out how to simplify your life…..for some reason it is funny to me.
But when I think about our house as it is, I realize we have just about the maximum amount of stuff that I’d like. I am always a fan of purging and I do that pretty often, but it is more relaxing to realize we have everything that we need for this little fella.
Knowing that, and also knowing how things went with Jack, I am also in no rush to get ready for the baby. Jack slept downstairs with us for almost a year. First in bed, then in his pack-n-play, eventually in the pack-n-play in the closet across the hall, but point being, he didn’t actually need his room for a year. So while I was all poised at 20 weeks to start tearing down our guest room, now I am thinking of waiting.
We are also discussing the idea of putting the boys together when we do move baby dos upstairs. That’s one we will play by ear when the time comes.
I had to fight off pangs of guilt when I realized I didn’t see a real need to make new crib bedding for baby dos. As much of a sewing nerd that I am (and as much as I love any kind of excuse to buy fabric) a wave of ease flushed over me when I realized that reusing the bedding made perfect sense (not to mention appealed to my hippie core).
The gist of all this being: I’m learning to embrace the simplicity offered to me.
That being said, at my midwife appointment on Friday, Karen told me that her most recent birth was predicted to be a 3rd boy for the couple and turned out to be a girl. It was a pretty hilarious story actually. They didn’t even realize it for quite some time. The dad went out to the store to grab some forgotten items and Karen was in another room when she herd ‘gasp! it’s a girl!’ Karen said she rarely looks when the baby comes out, since the baby goes onto mom and her attention goes back to the lady bits. She told me about how excited the wife was to surprise her husband when he returned home. He walked in and said “are these the right things?” and she responded “they’re fine, forget that, come meet your daughter!”. Too cute.
The same doctor who did this mom’s U/S did mine, so I think she was telling me as a sort of FYI. Although she followed it up by saying “although in the 25 years he’s been practicing this might be the first one”.
I guess we shall see what/who comes out. These theories of simplicity could get turned upside down come January/February.
The things I have finally started include a journal! Woohoo! Obviously I meant to do it long ago, but better late then never.
I’ve also started nesting in other ways. Cleaning the carpets, organizing rooms, cleaning the roof gutters…you know the usual. Yes I was a 5 month preggo crawling around on my own roof. Andy asked me to let him do it, but I had asked him to paint some cabinets for our bathroom, so I didn’t want to be the pregnant lady standing around watching him do a bunch of stuff. While I was up there I thought ‘if I live through this, yay for women! if I fall off the roof, this was a really dumb idea’. Turns out I lived, so rest easy friends.
I’ve been working hard to conquer my fears of ladders lately. I’ve spent a lot of time on roofs for work and every time I find myself gripping to the ladders for dear life. I am trying to get over that. Sure pregnancy is maybe not the time to do that, but whatevs. When in Rome…or something.
I try to stop every now and then and just talk to this little human. Let him know that whilst his brother is kind of an attention whore, that I love him and will take good care of him too. From the frequency and strength of his kicks it seems he’ll be able to hold his own.