He's coming. No not just Santa.
I'm so boring these days. That's so not true, but the it is true.
I'd like to explain to you how Rise of the Guardians is THE post-911 movie that everyone should see. I talked about that in my thankful posts too. I'd like to discuss how awesome it might be to go to lunch with the William Joyce, who wrote it, and the books it was based off of, and Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium, which every child should see. And Meet the Robinsons, another amazing movie. And Rolie Polie Olie, who currently holds the Philosopher's imagination. Maybe Mr. Joyce is boring in real life, but I'd go to lunch with him to see. Instead:
We are two an a half weeks away from the day that it has been deemed will be the Last Possible Day this baby will stay in my body. And yet, we've spent two weeks already expecting him to be here any second. It's a very weird part of pregnancy, or I'm weird, which we've established.
Suspended between I-can't-wait-to-meet-this-kid-and-get-life-moving-forward-again, and these-are-the-last-minutes/hours/days/weeks?-of-philosopher-as-only-child. Abuse of dashes aside, it's a rough teeter-totter to be on. Life goes on after you have babies, some people forget that. It's easy when you are there to forget that. Because it's a cliff, you don't know what is beyond. Unlike waiting for the Philosopher, I've had a hard time picturing what life will be like with this boy added to it. Now, naturally things that I thought about before the Philosopher came home were not often how it went, but that's ok, there was something to work with. With this, I just don't know.
I don't know if that's a second time parenting thing. Or a surprise baby thing. Or if the mellowness effect this baby is having on me is the reason. I just don't know what life will be like with him here. It still doesn't feel real. I've bonded with him, I talk to him, I sit and talk to friends and forget I'm pregnant, then get a huge suprise when I stand up and look down..... I wish I could say that last part isn't true, but it is.
I think he might be quiet and ornery and stubborn, both unlike and like his brother, who is not quiet, but has ornery and stubborn down. I hope he's ornery and stubborn, the Philosopher does not need an army of minions, and Mr. J keeps telling me that's what I'm building. If so, we're all in big trouble. I hope he's at least half as smart as the Philosopher and occasionally gives him a run for his money. Because I don't know how much longer we will.
For now I cherish the mornings the philosopher sneaks in to sleep with us. I know that won't end because the baby arrives, but just in case, I cherish it. Our little boy that has dealt with the impending sibling so well. Who is so excited. Who is so worried but acting all tough. I will miss him being my only, but I look forward to watching him become a big brother. Poor, unsuspecting baby....
I'd like to explain to you how Rise of the Guardians is THE post-911 movie that everyone should see. I talked about that in my thankful posts too. I'd like to discuss how awesome it might be to go to lunch with the William Joyce, who wrote it, and the books it was based off of, and Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium, which every child should see. And Meet the Robinsons, another amazing movie. And Rolie Polie Olie, who currently holds the Philosopher's imagination. Maybe Mr. Joyce is boring in real life, but I'd go to lunch with him to see. Instead:
We are two an a half weeks away from the day that it has been deemed will be the Last Possible Day this baby will stay in my body. And yet, we've spent two weeks already expecting him to be here any second. It's a very weird part of pregnancy, or I'm weird, which we've established.
Suspended between I-can't-wait-to-meet-this-kid-and-get-life-moving-forward-again, and these-are-the-last-minutes/hours/days/weeks?-of-philosopher-as-only-child. Abuse of dashes aside, it's a rough teeter-totter to be on. Life goes on after you have babies, some people forget that. It's easy when you are there to forget that. Because it's a cliff, you don't know what is beyond. Unlike waiting for the Philosopher, I've had a hard time picturing what life will be like with this boy added to it. Now, naturally things that I thought about before the Philosopher came home were not often how it went, but that's ok, there was something to work with. With this, I just don't know.
I don't know if that's a second time parenting thing. Or a surprise baby thing. Or if the mellowness effect this baby is having on me is the reason. I just don't know what life will be like with him here. It still doesn't feel real. I've bonded with him, I talk to him, I sit and talk to friends and forget I'm pregnant, then get a huge suprise when I stand up and look down..... I wish I could say that last part isn't true, but it is.
I think he might be quiet and ornery and stubborn, both unlike and like his brother, who is not quiet, but has ornery and stubborn down. I hope he's ornery and stubborn, the Philosopher does not need an army of minions, and Mr. J keeps telling me that's what I'm building. If so, we're all in big trouble. I hope he's at least half as smart as the Philosopher and occasionally gives him a run for his money. Because I don't know how much longer we will.
For now I cherish the mornings the philosopher sneaks in to sleep with us. I know that won't end because the baby arrives, but just in case, I cherish it. Our little boy that has dealt with the impending sibling so well. Who is so excited. Who is so worried but acting all tough. I will miss him being my only, but I look forward to watching him become a big brother. Poor, unsuspecting baby....