Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Baby!


Yup, we have one of them there baby things. Iain was born last Tuesday, June 13 at 11:12 pm, weighing 7lbs 11 oz.

I love him so much it hurts, and the thought of any harm coming to him has made me cry more than once.

More to come, when I'm not trying to eat a salad, type, and keep lettuce from falling on the Kid's head.

Friday, June 09, 2006

World's Worst Mother-In-Waiting?


The pregnancy/new baby weblogs I've been following are beginning to frighten me. After reading them of late, I won't be surprised if the first few weeks after the birth see me a weepy, sleep-deprived mess with chafed nipples and a strong urge to defenestrate my son. I've warned B that it could happen, and that it won't be pretty, and assured him that it will pass.

There's no point in telling me it might not happen. I'd rather keep my hopes way, way down and then be pleasantly surprised if I DON'T feel like the worst mother in history.

For the past few months, I have felt more peaceful and full of love than at any other time in the past few years. I'll miss that, but do my best to remember the feeling so I can lead my mind gently back to that place after the birth.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Ready! Except for the clutter, filth and nausea.


It's the last biggish cleaning day for now. I need to clear out the living room and dining room, because it occurs to me that people will want to visit after the baby arrives. Duh. My mother in-law and sister in-law have never seen our apartment in the entire time we have lived here. Why? Because we (I) have SO MUCH STUFF, mostly beloved and inherited from my mother and grandparents, and finding a place to put it all is next to IMPOSSIBLE and cleaning the place up for company takes HOURS AND HOURS and is very very very STRESSFUL FOR ME, especially when said inlaws live in spacious, clean homes with ample storage space and no clutter. I can't WAIT until we have a house with room for everything. Until then, having just about ANYONE over to our place, which is encrusted in cat hair and filth at the best of times because I can't get at most of the surfaces, makes me feel ill, so I rarely entertain, if ever.

There. Seen enough capital letters this morning? YOU HAVE NOW.

Whew. That feels better.

Other things are ready, so it's not all bad.

Baby's "room": check. (Well, one wall in the music/computer room with crib we'll rarely use and old desk whose shelves are crammed with an overabundance of baby clothes because folks keep giving them to us even though I thought we had said we didn't need any).

Car seat installed and inspected: check.

Baby clothes washed: check.

Diapers ready: check.

Hospital bags packed: check.

Feeling of overwhelmedness bordering on nausea at the enormity of it all: check.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Have shopping list, will sleep.

My super husband has determined that he would like to cook dinner for the rest of the week and train himself to pull off a good rep of reliable dinners once the Kid's born. Today I therefore purchased dearest Rachael's Express Lane Meals, which looks like it will be wildly useful to us, despite the mixed reviews. The book is already singing my song; Part I is titled "Meals for the Exhausted". I look forward to the results. Not the exhaustion.

I don't think I have had a single flop with any of her recipes. Though once an aspiring foodie who eschewed convenience cooking and would never admit to liking RR, I am now much more interested in results than in process, and bow to Rachael.

It's not the most frugal approach to cooking, but damn, does it ever work for our apartment-bound family. When we have a house with a yard and a BBQ and a vegetable patch, or a handy porch to facilitate organic delivery, it might be another story.

That being said, I do look forward to haunting some farmers' markets this summer. Fresh local veggies are worth the trip.

Also worth the trip: the car seat installation joint in Leaside. We're ready to roll.

I've been washing newborn clothes and diaper wraps all week. It's real, folks.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Reaching to unplug the phone...


I often read in the journals of pregnant gals that once the due date strikes, the phone calls and emails begin to flood in, asking "Have you had the baby yet?" That blows my mind. We know people care! So could loved ones really think that we would have a baby and not tell them within a reasonable period of time?

Reasonable (in my mind):
For close family and friends, tell them on the day of the birth (or the day after, if too much is going on.)

For family and friends one sees now and then, tell them within the next week or two, once everyone is home and resting.

For Aunt Jean in Texas whom one has never met, put a note in the Christmas card.

Mind you, our friend Dan blows that theory all to shit. He and his wife are good pals of ours, even though we see them just a few times a year. They had a baby last year, due June 14, born June 22. We had last seen them the December prior, when Dan's wife was about 12 weeks along and starting to announce it. June came and went, and we heard nothing, and often wondered aloud to each other if they had the baby. We were all afraid to phone them, in case something had gone terribly wrong, but we thought that surely they would have called us sometime that summer if all had gone well.

Nope. We waited and waited. Finally, last December, Dan called and asked us if we wanted to visit for a night of cards and debauchery. I managed to ask, nervously, if they had produced offspring, and indeed they had. He felt sheepish, but explained that he felt funny phoning people and saying, "So, we had a baby. Mmmmkay, bye!"

I can understand that. B and I both HATE phoning people, and are not fond of attention. Neither of us is comfortable saying, "Hey, look what we did! Be happy for us!" But we will be good, and not leave people wondering all summer. We know they care. There's a fine line between withdrawing from unwanted attention and keeping people in the dark unfairly, but we're usually very good. I hope that people can trust us that way, and keep their itchy little fingers away from the phone, or it will be damned annoying.