Wait, you're due when?? (week 31)
For the record, it's 9 weeks, or by casual calendar view, 2 months from Sunday, December 18. I'm finding that now that we're down to single-digit weeks, Mike and I are starting to realize we gotta get stuff done, and that our friends/families are just starting to realize this is actually happening!
My second shower is Sunday, and that seemed so far away when we scheduled it, it's crazy that it's right around the corner. It's funny, friends keep asking what I need (which is a nice change from simply buying me what you think my unborn child will look cute wearing), and I'm like...I have TWO registries full of things! Why is this concept so hard?
I suspect people think that I'm missing a lot of things on my registry (like clothes) because I'm a new Mom and I'm just not aware I need them, as opposed to that I've been researching for 6 months and already gotten many second-hand items, which is of course the case. And very me, might I add. So at this rate I'm going to be going to Babies R Us at the end of this month and buying half the items left on my registry, because diaper pails and sheets are just not cute enough apparently.
Mike's Dad emailed and said he has obtained a signed poster of "Where the Wild Things Are" and a framed celestial plate representing Sagittarius that he would like to give us for the baby's room. I had to first let him know that just because a baby is due on a certain day does not mean they won't feel free to be born, oh, 4 days later in Capricorn. :) I realize this is his way of getting excited, to obtain rare prints and books, because, well, he's an antiquarian book dealer! And that's neat.
Mike's Mom has been emailing me asking about how I'm doing and sporadically sends us a gift, like a 3-pack of side-snap baby shirts. She's also excited.
My Mom has been, well, my Mom. Which is to say that my Sister emberleo and I had a discussion about how she tends to express her excitement in the form of (often dire) warnings. Her first reaction when she found out we were pregnant was that she needed to clean her house, then she told me I would need to weed my backyard to get rid of the toadstools. I'm pretty sure she's bragging to all sorts of people, and meanwhile warning me several times that I will need a bedpan IMMEDIATELY after the baby comes out. :) That's my Mom.
My Dad on the other hand...doesn't really seem to be excited yet. He did tell me at some point that he doesn't really feel excited because it's not tangible, that he will have to actually be looking into the eyes of his Grandchild before he will really get excited. Part of me wonders if that's because he's already watched my Stepsister birth 4 children - and selfishly wishing that this could be somewhat new for him despite that. But he has started reminiscing a bit about feeding me when I was an infant, so I assume he'll get there.
And me? I had a vivid dream 2 nights ago that I gave birth and fully bonded with a baby possum. I kept telling everyone that he was going to turn into a baby boy in 1 month, to which Mike responded, "What if he doesn't?". I wonder if there's more there - like that at first you have a mewling, puking (Shakespeare's words, not mine) infant and you have to wait for several metamorphoses into different versions of a child? Or maybe it's just one of those crazy pregnancy dreams. :)
My second shower is Sunday, and that seemed so far away when we scheduled it, it's crazy that it's right around the corner. It's funny, friends keep asking what I need (which is a nice change from simply buying me what you think my unborn child will look cute wearing), and I'm like...I have TWO registries full of things! Why is this concept so hard?
I suspect people think that I'm missing a lot of things on my registry (like clothes) because I'm a new Mom and I'm just not aware I need them, as opposed to that I've been researching for 6 months and already gotten many second-hand items, which is of course the case. And very me, might I add. So at this rate I'm going to be going to Babies R Us at the end of this month and buying half the items left on my registry, because diaper pails and sheets are just not cute enough apparently.
Mike's Dad emailed and said he has obtained a signed poster of "Where the Wild Things Are" and a framed celestial plate representing Sagittarius that he would like to give us for the baby's room. I had to first let him know that just because a baby is due on a certain day does not mean they won't feel free to be born, oh, 4 days later in Capricorn. :) I realize this is his way of getting excited, to obtain rare prints and books, because, well, he's an antiquarian book dealer! And that's neat.
Mike's Mom has been emailing me asking about how I'm doing and sporadically sends us a gift, like a 3-pack of side-snap baby shirts. She's also excited.
My Mom has been, well, my Mom. Which is to say that my Sister emberleo and I had a discussion about how she tends to express her excitement in the form of (often dire) warnings. Her first reaction when she found out we were pregnant was that she needed to clean her house, then she told me I would need to weed my backyard to get rid of the toadstools. I'm pretty sure she's bragging to all sorts of people, and meanwhile warning me several times that I will need a bedpan IMMEDIATELY after the baby comes out. :) That's my Mom.
My Dad on the other hand...doesn't really seem to be excited yet. He did tell me at some point that he doesn't really feel excited because it's not tangible, that he will have to actually be looking into the eyes of his Grandchild before he will really get excited. Part of me wonders if that's because he's already watched my Stepsister birth 4 children - and selfishly wishing that this could be somewhat new for him despite that. But he has started reminiscing a bit about feeding me when I was an infant, so I assume he'll get there.
And me? I had a vivid dream 2 nights ago that I gave birth and fully bonded with a baby possum. I kept telling everyone that he was going to turn into a baby boy in 1 month, to which Mike responded, "What if he doesn't?". I wonder if there's more there - like that at first you have a mewling, puking (Shakespeare's words, not mine) infant and you have to wait for several metamorphoses into different versions of a child? Or maybe it's just one of those crazy pregnancy dreams. :)