Oh, Internet. I've had so many ideas for great posts, and none of the energy to sit down and write them. Bearette
aptly described third trimester fatigue as a "lack of life force".
Yes, that's exactly it.
But otherwise, I simply cannot complain. Things are going well, I am healthy and I have to assume that the baby is, too. He gets hiccups several times a day, poor little guy, but he continues to move around and amaze me and doesn't kick my rib cage too much anymore. I'm still going to work every day, although it took only the smallest bit of encouragement from my doula to "rest when needed" to call in to work last Wednesday night and say that I was turning off my alarm and would be in whenever I woke up on Thursday morning.
The car seats were installed with only a smattering of expletives, the essentials have been purchased, and Mike and I have been doing our nightly perineal massage. If you don't know what that last one is, you can Google it, though you may not want to do so at work (the massage OR the Googling of, just to be perfectly clear).
But enough about my perineum... you'd rather see pictures of the baby's room, right?
This isn't technically in the baby's room, it's in my room. But this is the bassinet that my brother, sister and I all slept in as infants. And yes, I know that the use of old bassinets and cribs is strongly discouraged by the President of the United States and many other important people, but I think it will be okay. Really.
Here's the baby's room. It's quite small, but it will work just fine.
The crib, a gift from Mike's dad:
Baby's view of the mobile:
Rocking chair, a gift from Mike's mom (my mom crocheted the blanket on the back):
My antique dresser-turned-changing table. How better to reward your furniture for decades of faithful service than to expose it to baby pee?
A picture of Mike and I with the
pee stick. I assume we will replace this with a picture of the actual baby at some point.
Hanging above the door- Mike's mom made this for him when he was a baby:
Hanging inside the closet, a gift from Mike's brother. This is a clue to part of the baby's name. Anyone care to take a guess? (if you already know the name, you're disqualified. I mean, do I have to say that? Probably not. But I will anyway.)
Wee baby socks! Which I have managed to keep track of, thanks to you geniuses with your brilliant MESH BAG suggestion!
Wee baby clothes! Those little pants with the drawstring just slay me. We've gotten lots of items that sport lions... another clue to the baby's name.
was kind enough to send a boxful of much-needed baby clothing, things that her fourth and last son (or so she says
) has outgrown. This is one of my favorite items:
And here's a onesie from Mike's brother. NOT one of my favorite items, but I figure the baby will be too young to be frightened by Gene Simmons and his bloody, snake-like tongue.
Swaddling for cheaters:
Stuff my friends said I should have:
Things my mother said were essential:
(is it clear yet that this nursery is powered by the suggestions of Other People?)
Hat and bib made by Lisa, who is currently in Malawi:
Cozy blanket that makes me laugh, from Bdogg:
Beautiful quilt made by Betsy:
Giraffe models the cloth diapers we'll be using at home:
Librarians have librarian friends who like to give books as gifts, and I love that. The baby has a small library already. (BTW, Bearette sent a really cute one that I can't show you, because it has the baby's name on it and I don't want to spoil the guessing game).
Note that while I did NOT use the safety strap on the changing pad while diapering the giraffe, I do have safety plugs in the outlets. I get half-credit, right?
So, we're ready, thanks in large part to the many kind and generous people in our lives, some of whom we've never even met. Thank you.
And meanwhile, we wait.
Labels: Baby gear, Good Things