As the weeks have progressed and 15 weeks pregnant became 23 weeks pregnant, which became 30 weeks pregnant, I find my anxieties regarding labor and delivery increasing. For awhile I did a great job of just not thinking about it. I kept myself busy fretting over registry decisions and finding pants that fit. But now that Charlie (yes, that's his name!) is constantly making his presence known, I can't help but think, if your kicks are that strong and my ribs are this sore, what the heck is going to happen when you decide to leave my uterus?! It doesn't help that the moment a woman sees you're pregnant she decides to unload her most horrific labor story on you. It doesn't matter who it happened to, everybody knows someone, who knows someone, who's wife ripped in half and never recovered. This wakes me up at night in a cold sweat. I find myself repeatedly reminding Rick, "Don't forget, you're in charge of making sure I get that epidural. You know what that is right? You know how serious this is? You. KNOW. RIIIIIGHT?" He assures me it will be fine, but I let's be honest, he doesn't have a clue. What I need is one of those women who has been ripped in half during delivery and put back together. She will know how dire the situation is and will do anything to protect me from that pain. I'd pay good money for someone to get me that epidural within moments of me screaming for it. If you'd like the job please email me your qualifications ASAP.
Aside from my increasing anxieties regarding the actual birth, I've definitely started to get the nesting bug. Now that I've had a family shower and my friend shower is this weekend, I'm starting to acquire lots of fun things. We've got a crib (thank you Fendells!), a stroller (thank you women in my family!), and the pack n' play (thank you parents!), not to mention a host of little goodies including adorable clothes, blankets, and accessories. It's currently all sitting in Charlie's room waiting to be put to good use. Last night I spent some time measuring out the size of a dresser we found on sale at Pottery Barn. And we are waiting for our glider to be delivered. The cats can sense the impending change on the horizon. They're not sure what is coming down the pipe, but they know it's going to be big, like move their litter box to the basement big! I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about how Rooney is going to react. She prides herself on being the baby of the family and has both Rick and I wrapped around her little paw. Just last week I came home and fed the cats before heading to the gym. Rick got home while I was away and fed them again because of Rooney's desperate cries for food. He couldn't figure out why Bueller wasn't eating. Needless to say, Rooney is going to have a rude awakening! If anyone has tips on how to handle cats and newborns, please send them my way!
I mentioned that I attended a shower last weekend. My aunt Becky and cousin Sarah threw me a fabulous family shower on Easter. It was a great party with the women in my family. Rick joined us and proceeded to win two out of three party games. I guess that means he's ready to be a dad!
Here he is chatting with Grandma on the phone while simultaneously hanging Charlie's laundry and holding him securely like a football...not sure about that hold but we'll work on it!
Do we look like we'll be good parents?!
We got some great outfits for Charlie. This one is for hanging around the house. Like father, like son!
Thank you for the beautiful shower!
No comments:
Post a Comment