9 months seemed like a very long time at the start of this. It’s been almost a year of our lives, and the baby has made himself fully present in our lives since the first month, if only by inadvertently causing me to explore the limits of physics via projectile vomiting.
This Friday, it will be 9 WEEKS (or 10, depending on how eager he is to taste cheeseburgers via his own digestive system). It seems like such a short time, but actually, we’re pretty ready for him now.
We’ve got the crib set up, and my grandparents’ love seat in the nursery, and curtains hemmed and put up, and even this frightening stuffed animal holder that seemed like a good idea at Ikea, but looked like a hanging cage for lab animals once we got it home and put it up.
I need to put together the dresser, and we’d like to decorate a bit, but Jon’s cleaned out all the extra pieces of furniture and books and papers we’ve been storing in the second bedroom.
There’s bedding to obtain, and diapers and bottles and things, but for the most part, we are feeling ready for this baby – as ready as first time parents can ever really be.
Daycare has taken awhile to work out, but we’ve finally found a place we like, and we’ve worked out Jon’s family’s visit for after the baby’s born.
I’m starting to make preparations for maternity leave at work, and have been testing out easy-to-make meals for after the baby’s born.
So, take your time developing, little baby, but we can’t wait for you to arrive.
(Although, if you’re thinking about it, try to arrive quickly, like, say, 2 hours after I go into labor.)
Image credit: crib