Monthly Archives: September 2010
|September 30, 2010||Posted by Lisa under Uncategorized|
This post has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Its late, but worth posting.
My mom made a beautiful diaper cake for my shower. If you don’t know what a diaper cake is, see below. Its basically a decorative centerpiece made of diapers that I can use when Alice arrives. I’m told that babies will go through at least a package or two of diapers prior to being potty trained, so I bet I’ll use at least a few of these.
Because the cake is made out of diapers, its generally not eaten, although I do admit that it looks good enough to eat.
Leslie thought she’d try a little, though, just to make sure.
Apparently, it was quite tasty.
We made Les take the photo to memorialize the moment that she learned what a diaper cake is. Leslie found out that my mom was making a diaper cake to bring and told the other hostesses that dessert was taken care of… and then Mandie sent her a picture of a diaper cake and suggested that, perhaps, they have some other sweets as backup. I’m told that Leslie’s husband may have called her “Diaper Cake” for a couple of weeks afterward. Oh, the fun we have at the expense of the one’s we love. Kisses, Les!!
|September 16, 2010||Posted by Lisa under Uncategorized|
I have a little over 7 weeks left until my due date, which means that Alice could come anytime between now and then (and probably be healthy) or even up to 2 weeks after (if she really wants to piss me off. Kidding. Sorta.). The crib was delivered last night, put together and it is now sitting in her perfectly pink room, waiting for her.
I’ve been thinking a lot about sleep, lately. I’m a champion sleeper. I sleep deeply, I nap hard. I enjoy it. I realize that we are going to be getting a lot less of it when she comes home. And, on some level, I guess I realize that we are just going to have to wait until she gets here to figure out if she’s going to be a good sleeper or not and, if not, how we’ll deal with that. But the fear, the fear of not getting enough sleep to function, of being so exhausted that we are miserable… it consumes me, lately.
Yes, I know that, even if she’s the worst sleeper ever that she’ll eventually grow out of it and we’ll get a routine. Yes, I know that, at first, she’s going to need to eat every couple of hours and there is just no way to get around that. Yes, I realize that all new parents go through this and most everyone makes it out alive.
We are not big planners. We aren’t the type of people who schedule get-togethers two months in advance or know where we are going on vacation a year before we do it. But, there is still something that makes George and I want to have some sort of game plan, some sort of map, when it comes to the sleep issue. What I fear, and don’t want, is to get to the point of exhaustion where we turn on each other and end up in an argument that would never have taken place but for the fact that we are tired. We want to have a united front. I want to always remember that we are a team and are in this together, but, damn, I imagine that gets difficult at 3a.m. when you are running on fumes and your baby is screaming and you’ve changed her, fed her, burped her, rocked her, bounced her, and done everything that you can think of to soothe her.
So… what did you do? Is there just no way to prepare for this? I’ve read a couple of sleep training books but, at this point, I’m not comfortable with the idea of trying to sleep train until she’s several weeks old. And, hey, that might change, too.
I guess my question is this: how do you prepare for something that you don’t really feel like you can prepare for? Any comments or advice are greatly appreciated.
|September 8, 2010||Posted by Lisa under Uncategorized|
Its been a couple of weeks since my last post. Not because nothing is going on, but because I’ve been overwhelmed with happiness and contentment lately and have been so busy enjoying it that I haven’t had the chance to make myself sit down and document all of the good things happening.
The coolest thing happened at work yesterday. Alice got the hiccups. I’d read and heard that you can feel them and they feel like soft movement in a steady rhythm for a few minutes. I was sitting at my desk and thinking, “Wow, its like she’s keeping time to a beat or something,” when it hit me. HICCUPS! It was the sweetest moment. Well, maybe not, as most moments like these are the sweetest moment… but, wow. It was really amazing.
My belly is awesome in its mass. Over the past couple of weeks its really come into its own as a seperate entity. I’ll post pics soon… maybe. Suffice to say that people are actually asking if I am ok (in a slightly alarmed voice) as a greeting.
George painted the nursery this past weekend. Its the most lovely shade of pink/mauve and it only took me 2 1/2 months to pick it out. No kidding. I am trigger shy when it comes to paint color. He also replaced the ceiling fan. So, instead of yellow walls (“A yellow color that would have been just fine.” – George), we have pink, and instead of an ugly black airplane propeller looking ceiling fan (“A fan that worked just fine”- George), we have a nice plain white one. My mom was nice enough to spring for our crib and mattress and it should be delivered sometime next week. I’m now busy scouring my new favorite book, Baby Bargains, to decide which baby gear to purchase. There are more pink outfits hanging in Alice’s closet than all of my and George’s clothes put together. We are getting ready.
Alice met her first suitor, Mack, who was born just over two weeks ago. He is so precious and to see his parents absolutely glowing with love was enough to push George and me over the edge with excitement. To know that that kind of happiness and contentment and utter awe is waiting for us, just around the corner… wow. That’s a big deal.
I already love this little girl so much and am a little scared of what it’ll be like to not have her with me all the time. I could not be more excited to hold her and kiss her and show her the world, but its nice, too, to have her all to myself, to experience her kicks and hiccups and roll overs and flutters and know that she’s all mine. Maybe that’s why it takes 9 looooong months to make the little critter… so mom gets used to the idea of sharing her with others.
I have about 60 days left. I am scared and nervous and excited to the point of bringing tears to my eyes when I think about it. I can’t wait.