This will be the last post before I give birth to another human. Please pray for my perineum. If you’re wondering if I’ve had the baby yet, you can always check this site or check social media. You know how to use the internet.
It’s been really nice having you guys around to care about my fetus and talk about things like will I actually like another baby as much as the first one?
I cannot fathom her, but I am excited to meet her.
There’s no rush. I am not so uncomfortable I could die (see: last pregnancy) and like all second time mothers, I know the reality of newborn care which is that it’s actually a lot easier when they are in your womb.
The truth is I’m treasuring these last few days with Waylon when I can eat nachos without guilt and sleep until 8am.
She’ll be here soon.
Everything is mostly ready, which really just means I dusted off a few baby things and weirdly scrubbed the pantry. Newborns don’t need much; blankets and boobs.
Austin is ready. He loves babies and is hoping to deliver this one having practiced on a few unsuspecting women during his OBGYN rotation. My mom response is, “we’ll see.”
Waylon is also blissfully ready, but we all know his big Christmas present this year will be less attention so I’m not holding my breath.
My bag is not packed, but the house has been cleaned and organized and I have semi edible things in the freezer. Unfortunately I continue to nest much to everyone’s annoyance. The other day I had Austin cleaning off the tops of all the ceiling fans and my mom scrubbing bathroom walls. Sorry not sorry.
We also installed the infant carseat, which actually doesn’t fit safely in our tiny car as the passenger seat will be crammed up to the windshield. At first we were panicked, then we both slid into denial/are hoping I sprout shorter legs in 2014.
New motto: choose joy.
Thank you for excusing these uterus posts and fist bumping me these past 39+ weeks.
See you on the other side.
December is finally here.