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Monday, July 09, 2007Less Than Two MonthsAnd the Final Stretch is upon me, and I'm fighting the urge to panic. Not because I'm feeling unprepared for the birth. No, indeed. Eric and I are as excited as can be about our upcoming, Bradley-prepared, all natural childbirth experience. He's going to be an awesome birth coach. No, it's just the Baby Preparation part (they don't offer classes for this). We finally got Spencer moved into his "new" room (Jonathan's old room), and the soon-to-be-nursery is completely empty and ready to be stripped down, painted, and decorated. A real Baby Nursery, unlike anything my other sweet children had. Except. Except I can't choose the paint color because I don't have any of the bedding or accessories. The shower my dear friend has offered to throw me hasn't been scheduled yet (trying not to break out in hives as I type this). My best bet is taking my pile o' paint chips and heading out to Babies R Us, where I can tote the bedding to the nearest window and check on the color matching. Except. I can't make plans to do that this week because of jury duty. I'm forced to live life one day at a time, waiting to see whether I will be free to actually LIVE my day, or be trapped in a courtroom. Not that life is terrible. It's just that...well, I'm tired of jury duty, and this week's run hasn't even begun yet. (I'm not going to whine. I'm not going to whine. I'm...I'm whining, aren't I?) But hey. I just finished typing up the first draft of our Birth Plan. That felt good. Getting all the "don't give me any medications" and "we are declining the eye erythromycin drops" down on paper definitely reduced my stress level. For the moment. I'm still enjoying pregnancy, still loving the sensation of the sweet life growing inside me (feisty little thing, she is!). Really, it's awesome. I'd just feel better if the nursery were finished, and I could wash the small stash of infant things I've accumulated, and the not-so-small stash of infant things that my darling sister gave to me, and fold everything up and tuck each item away inside freshly lined drawers. It's OK. It'll all fall into place. Baby Girl doesn't care what her sleeping quarters look like, and she's not going to time her arrival according to my to-do list or mental prerequisites. She's going to come when the Lord sends her, and it's going to be...well, nothing short of perfect. I can have a good perspective when I put my mind to it. Blogging is, after all, fairly therapeutic. Now if I could just find something chocolate... |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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3of my readers are feeling chatty:
All I can say is that you are blessed. So blessed. Enjoy every moment!!!!
Looking back on my blog, I typed a very similar post...minus the birth plan. And when John arrived, everything was done and just as it should be. Husbands have a way of coming through in the end...at least ours do;o)
Sooo excited for you guys! Kudos on the birth plan. More people should do that.
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