|Chillin' in the mommy hammock|
I know it's FAR too early to be buying things for the nursery, but my head is already wrapped up with colors and ideas. Husband submitted to a walk around Babies R Us so we could get an idea of what is out there. We were overwhelmed by options and he was greatly amused by the concept of a stroller with shocks (you know, for all baby off-roading we plan on doing). It's kinda funny to look at all the stuff that we supposedly "need" for baby, but I suspect I'm thinking more on the minimalist side. Meanwhile, I know that family members will probably want to buy absolutely everything that may be perceived as making our lives more convenient, while it gives me a mild case of anxiety to even contemplate where the hell we would put it all. Yes, the moment when 1800 sq ft isn't enough.
I'm about to embark on a lifetime of making decisions - Which genetic screening to get? What birth plan? Cloth or disposable diapers? Which daycare? My brain is literally buried under thoughts of wanting to do the very best for our baby. Meanwhile, pregnancy brain (which is certainly not a myth) is sucking the ability to think straight (or speak English for that matter) out of my body. Fortunately, husband understands my gibberish, and agrees with most of it - a huge relief. He even knows how to handle me in a hormone induced emotional crisis, shrouded by tears and snot, while mumbling unintelligible words in his general direction. Bless him for that.
So, here's to the middle three months, which are supposed to be the best three of the pregnancy. I'm excited and strangely zen about everything...I just hope I can hold on to that.