Nesting?
Well guess what my Wife did all day today? You guessed it, she cleaned like a woman possesed. Of course, when I asked her "Honey, are you nesting" she patently denied it. It was done all in the name of the people that will be coming to our house in the next week (after our Wednesday induction) to see the baby. However, she later admitted to me that when Iceman was born, she cleaned like mad on Saturday, celebrated fathers day on Sunday, and had a baby on Monday. Could we be looking at a repeat?
The children are both very excited about the new arrival. Iceman wants it to be a boy, of course, but he wants it to be a 9 year old boy so he can have someone to play with. Princess is convinced that it is going to be a boy but, as she told her Sunday School teacher, she is going to call it Fred and put dresses on it. (do you suppose that's what happened to Boy George?) I don't think either are quite prepared for the adjustment this new life will bring.
I on the other hand do know the adjustment it will bring and I find myself feeling a little guilty about my emotional state. YOu see, I am facing this birth with a bit of melancholy. I love both of the children I have right now so much that I don't want them to have to share the spot light. I dread the times when I have to tell them "Daddy can't play with you right now because I have to take care of your brother/sister". I fear that I won't be able to find the right balance and one of my precious babies will talk about me with their therapist years from now as the reason for all their nuerosis.
But even with all these thoughts I can't wait for this little one to arrive. Babies are truly amazing in the way that they grow and learn. In the way that they eat like that little bit of milk is the greatest thing in existence. The way that they twitch and grimace when they sleep. The way they wake up every 4 hours for a little attention and daddy drinks coffee like it's the greatest thing in existence.
Life will never be the same again.
The children are both very excited about the new arrival. Iceman wants it to be a boy, of course, but he wants it to be a 9 year old boy so he can have someone to play with. Princess is convinced that it is going to be a boy but, as she told her Sunday School teacher, she is going to call it Fred and put dresses on it. (do you suppose that's what happened to Boy George?) I don't think either are quite prepared for the adjustment this new life will bring.
I on the other hand do know the adjustment it will bring and I find myself feeling a little guilty about my emotional state. YOu see, I am facing this birth with a bit of melancholy. I love both of the children I have right now so much that I don't want them to have to share the spot light. I dread the times when I have to tell them "Daddy can't play with you right now because I have to take care of your brother/sister". I fear that I won't be able to find the right balance and one of my precious babies will talk about me with their therapist years from now as the reason for all their nuerosis.
But even with all these thoughts I can't wait for this little one to arrive. Babies are truly amazing in the way that they grow and learn. In the way that they eat like that little bit of milk is the greatest thing in existence. The way that they twitch and grimace when they sleep. The way they wake up every 4 hours for a little attention and daddy drinks coffee like it's the greatest thing in existence.
Life will never be the same again.
posted by ranraniam at 8:53 PM
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I want it to be officially noted that this grandma is sure that a baby GIRL is going to bless our lives very soon. I had a dream and I even have a name from this dream-- that I will tell you later.
We are all very exciteds for your phone call so hope to hear from you SOON.
LOVE YOU ALL-----GRANDMA
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