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Well, the world keeps turning through all our problems and blessings and has brought another new year, and closer to the Apocalypse.(Which I'm absolutely certain George Bush is slowly summoning unto our heads. Surrender to your moosy fate!)
Today marked the exact day of my 29th week of pregnancy, or for those of you who hate math, seven months and one week. Damn is the time flying by. I thought I'd have more time to prepare for the baby, but I don't have anything for her yet but a crapload of hand-me-down clothes, a crib my Daddy gave me for Christmas and a changing table from Brian's grandmother. I still need baby towels, bathing and other such supplies, a car seat, a stroller, a mattress for the crib, sheets for the mattress, heavy blankets, recieving blankets, a christening gown, at least seven bags of newborn-sized diapers......
I need to set up the christening, plan the reception, make out birth announcements, write advance letters thanking people for attending the christening/giving a gift, fill out the birth certificate and parental consent forms allowing Brian's name to appear on said birth certificate, contact the W.I.C. program for food benefits, finish my birthing plans and decide, then sign up(or not) for the epidural, make out a labor plan for contacting my sister and Brian in the event of labor, decide whether or not to bank the baby's cord blood, get my gestational diabetes test,find an apartment and many, many more things......
It seems like so much to do in such a short time, but I know that it'll will all fly by.
With each and every new day, I awaken to the pounding of tiny feet in my womb, and excitement and fear fill me every time. This tiny life which depends solely on me will soon spring out of me and take her first deep breath. She'll complete the gap in the circle our parents created with our births and open a new gap for her own children. My life will no longer be my own life where my decisions affected myself and only myself, now they will affect this tiny babe as well.
I go into this new year with no resolution, but a million plans and one sure thing. I will not be the perfect mother. But I will be as close as I can. This time next year, she'll be staring at me through her big baby's eyes, my beautiful little girl. And I will be the happiest woman in this world, if only when she smiles.
Je ne regrette rien.
I regret nothing,
Bunnie Veyl
Happy New Year, my lovelies.
Today marked the exact day of my 29th week of pregnancy, or for those of you who hate math, seven months and one week. Damn is the time flying by. I thought I'd have more time to prepare for the baby, but I don't have anything for her yet but a crapload of hand-me-down clothes, a crib my Daddy gave me for Christmas and a changing table from Brian's grandmother. I still need baby towels, bathing and other such supplies, a car seat, a stroller, a mattress for the crib, sheets for the mattress, heavy blankets, recieving blankets, a christening gown, at least seven bags of newborn-sized diapers......
I need to set up the christening, plan the reception, make out birth announcements, write advance letters thanking people for attending the christening/giving a gift, fill out the birth certificate and parental consent forms allowing Brian's name to appear on said birth certificate, contact the W.I.C. program for food benefits, finish my birthing plans and decide, then sign up(or not) for the epidural, make out a labor plan for contacting my sister and Brian in the event of labor, decide whether or not to bank the baby's cord blood, get my gestational diabetes test,find an apartment and many, many more things......
It seems like so much to do in such a short time, but I know that it'll will all fly by.
With each and every new day, I awaken to the pounding of tiny feet in my womb, and excitement and fear fill me every time. This tiny life which depends solely on me will soon spring out of me and take her first deep breath. She'll complete the gap in the circle our parents created with our births and open a new gap for her own children. My life will no longer be my own life where my decisions affected myself and only myself, now they will affect this tiny babe as well.
I go into this new year with no resolution, but a million plans and one sure thing. I will not be the perfect mother. But I will be as close as I can. This time next year, she'll be staring at me through her big baby's eyes, my beautiful little girl. And I will be the happiest woman in this world, if only when she smiles.
Je ne regrette rien.
I regret nothing,
Bunnie Veyl
Happy New Year, my lovelies.