I realized something recently: I AM GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY. Like, a real one.
I know this isn’t news to anyone; it shouldn’t be news to me, but somehow, the end result of this pregnancy is just now becoming very real. Maybe it’s because Lucy is constantly reminding me that she is there with her not-so-subtle flutters and high-impact ninja kicks. Maybe it’s because my belly is so enormous. And it’s stretching larger by the day. If I thought I had stretch marks with Julia, HA! This baby is showing me what stretch marks are all about. I’m beginning to wonder if there is a point at which my skin will cease to stretch. Could I burst? Oh, I know you’re thinking, “Leslie, your belly can’t burst, you silly bird.” But you haven’t seen my stomach. I’m telling you, I think it can.
The most amazing thing about the I’m-really-having-a-baby epiphany is the incredible and all-consuming phenomenon it sparks: the nesting instinct.
I remember feeling it while I was pregnant with Julia. I cleaned like Mommy Dearest and nearly wore out her little clothes from all the folding and re-folding and folding one more time. I was obsesssed with purchasing all the necessary items. I was so worried that I wouldn’t have something she needed. So, I researched products, made list after list and shopped at a feverish pace. Tears were shed over which baby bath to buy and I didn’t speak to Dave for two days after he callously implied that it reallly didn’t matter.
The funny thing is, I had no problem giving away those products I agonized over choosing and saved to buy. For a while after Julia came, I was convinced that I was finished having babies. And when my cousin learned that he and his wife were expecting a girl, I happily passed things on to them (thankfully, as their second little girl came less than a year later, so they have really used everything). Now, gone is the stroller, the car seat, the high chair, the bassinet, the mobile, the bumper pads, the play centers, the onesies, the bibs, and the bouncy chairs. Bye-bye play yard. So long swing. I am left to start, nearly, all over. I mean, we have a changing table, the crib and bedding, minus bumper pads, and we have, well, that’s about all.
The great thing is, I know a little better this time around. I’m not freaking out over the baby bath. I learned with Julia that the sink works just fine. She was afraid of that baby bath, anyway. This time I’m skipping the play yard and the swing – they don’t get much use when you discover that you prefer to wear your baby. I realize an infant doesn’t need too many outfits, because of how quickly they grow. But, there is no doubt that there are many things we need. And because of that, I’m starting to lose it. Just a little.
Okay, maybe a lot.
Lucy will be here in three months. That’s soon. Very soon. I have a lot to do. I have a lot to buy.
I went ahead and started a baby registry at Babies-R-Us even though this is my second child, just to keep myself organized and to use as a shopping list. I still need to add five baby gates and a baby sling or carrier to it. Any suggestions? What kind of gates do you use? What about a baby sling? I used the NoJo Baby Sling with Julia, which was fine, but not ideal. I’m pretty short-waisted and I have giants boobs. I’d like to find a carrier that will be comfortable for Lucy and for me.
In the meantime, I’m off to scrub the grout in my bathroom. I can’t possibly bring a baby home to a bathroom with stained grout.