Oh Internet, if I have one complaint about being pregnant (besides morning sickness, which, ACK), it’s the TIRED. It has seriously cramped my blogging style. Not to mention my ability to garden. SHEESH.
Anyway, I am presented with a rare few hours of wakefulness that are free for reading and writing and, well, here are some things.
- I’m pretty sure it was a Mother’s Day kind of thing, not a personal targeting of ME, but all the TV ads lately have been so baby centric. Which means that every time I watch TV I end up sobbing over a Target ad or trying to convince my husband that we NEED to buy a Subaru.
Hormones, man. Am I right? These moe-foes is CRAZY.
- You know I’m an anal-retentive over-thinker a planner, right? So I have been continually perplexed by trying to plan for something that is so very unknown. It would be nice to have some diapers in the house when the baby gets here… but… how do you know which SIZE the baby will need? Some babies need newborn size diapers. Others are big enough to skip right past them – or to need them for a super short time. And what about clothing? How many newborn onesies do you NEED? Like, reasonably? And how many 0-3 months?
And why is infant clothing sizery so CONFUSING? Does 0-3 months mean “big enough for your kid to grow into between age just-popped-out and 3 months”? Or does it mean, “some newborns will fit this outfit, and some 3-month-olds will fit it, just depends on your particular baby, and you won’t know for sure until the kiddo gets here so better not take off any tags or do any laundry”? These things are making it very hard to plan.
- Now that it’s no longer winter and I can’t hide behind coats, people are noticing – and commenting on – the belly. So far, no one has tried to touch me. Which is a huge relief. I must give off a tangible forcefield of I Will Slap You If You Put Your Hands On My Abdomen.
- There is, though, the one Checkout Girl at my local grocery store who notices me every week and makes a comment… even though it’s clear – CLEAR – that she is confident she’s never seen me before in her life. It’s actually kind of funny. We go through the same song and dance every week. “Oh congratulations! Do you know what you’re having? How far along are you? My sister had a baby FIVE WEEKS early, so you just never know!” Every week. EVERY WEEK. It’s gotten a little tiresome on my end, although she’s so sweet about it I really shouldn’t complain. But I have been contemplating switching things up on her next time. Telling her I’m due in December. Acting offended and saying I’m not pregnant. You know. Mean things that poor sweet Checkout Girl does not deserve.
- Speaking of people at the grocery store saying sweet things: A twenty-something girl in front of me in line the other day spotted my belly and her whole face lit up and she exclaimed, “Oh, happy baby!” like someone might do after discovering it was your birthday or anniversary. It was adorable.
- One of my former coworkers is pregnant, with her second. When we were exchanging all the pertinent details – how we’re feeling, due date, whether we’d learned the sex – I discovered that she and her husband know the baby’s sex… but are keeping it a secret. I’ve never heard that one before – have you? I mean, I know some people don’t find out the sex at all… and some people keep the baby’s name a secret until the birth… but I’ve never heard of keeping the sex secret. I don’t approve or disapprove – whatever, dude – but I found it interesting because I’ve never heard of it being done.
- I spend half my time trying to reassure my coworkers that I am totally FINE, there’s no reason I can’t carry that (really not-heavy – I’m not an idiot) small box of letters to someone else’s office or attend such-and-such work event that involves standing and I can certainly walk up the stairs or down the street to lunch… and the other half I spend feeling petulant that my husband doesn’t forcibly prevent me from emptying the dishwasher.
- By the way, I dutifully took your (Swistle’s) advice and went looking for a rocker/recliner after I wrote about gliders many moons ago. But I ran into trouble immediately. Firstly, it was harder than y’all made it sound to find a chair that both rocks AND reclines. Secondly, the ones I did find were ooogly. Then, my in-laws bought the uber-expensive Pottery Barn glider I’d been drooling over in the first place, so I stopped looking. Hopefully it is exactly what we need.
(The matching ottoman showed up several weeks ago. But… the actual CHAIR has yet to materialize.)
- Can we talk about the hospital bag? I’m pretty sure I should pack one… and I’ve read ALL THE LISTS on the Internet (including Emily’s massive and wonderful hospital bag compendium), and yet I just can’t bring myself to pack things. For one thing, denial, probably. For another, what is the actual BAG you need? A mini suitcase? A gym bag? One of those reusable grocery store bags? I feel like just knowing what size bag I need will help immensely.
Also, I feel like I have to BUY STUFF to put into the bag. Like something to wear during the delivery. I’m not going to go all out and buy one of those Pretty Pushers gowns or anything – that’s just not my kind of thing. But I would like to emulate the girl in one of the horrific videos we watched during our birthing class: she had a sports bra and a little tennis skirt type thing on that made her seem simultaneously modest and well-prepared and also sporty. Who doesn’t want to feel sporty while pushing a human out of her nether regions?
Of course, I OWN sports bras. But… They are mainly pre-pregnancy sports bras, which means that a) they are really tight these days and b) they aren’t nursing compatible and c) they are obviously totally inadequate for Giving Birth.
Another thing I need? Clothes for the trip home. Supposedly, I will look/feel around six months pregnant when I leave the hospital. Fine. I have clothes I can wear. But… are they really the RIGHT clothes? It will likely be hot outside, so I don’t want leggings. Plus, I hear that tight things aren’t so comfortable right away. But if I don’t wear leggings and some sort of loose top, what do I wear? I have a black sundress that would work – cotton, comfy, and if it gets soiled I won’t care. But… do you really leave the hospital in a sundress? That seems inappropriate, somehow, but I don’t know WHY. So then I go back to leggings… but what SHIRT would I wear? Don’t I need a nursing top? If so, I have to BUY one. (Which, yes, I guess I will have to do at some point ANYWAY, but sheesh. So much BUYING STUFF.)
By the way, these are the ridiculous circular arguments I am having with myself about EVERYTHING on my Hospital Bag list.
- And then what about the baby’s coming home outfit? I fell down a coming-home-outfit wormhole the other day from which I barely survived… and I STILL don’t know what it should be. Partly because I don’t have any idea HOW BIG THE BABY WILL BE. GAH.
Okay, Internet. That’s all I have for you.