For the record, the sweater lost. My little one arrived on the 18th. He’s perfect. 🙂
So, I’ve decided to cast on for a new project. It’s a light short sleeved sweater made of big yarn on big needles, which I’m intending to use to cover the 8 kajillion nursing tanks I’ll spend the sweltering Durham summers in.
I’m going to race the baby. I’m due in two weeks. Which will be done first, baby or sweater?
(Hey, I’ve got to have SOME way to keep myself from going stark raving mad in the next couple of weeks, right?)
Since these things can go on for weeks before the baby actually arrives, this doesn’t mean he’ll be here any time soon.
Today, however, I had a quite painful contraction while waiting in line to check out at Target. The clerk was a young man, probably late teens or early 20’s. As I paused in the middle of swiping my credit card to hiss and lean on the counter, his eyes got reaaaaally big. He asked if I was ok – oh, I’m fine, just a contraction, no big deal – and suddenly, he could not ring me up fast enough! He even offered to call an ambulance. It was pretty amusing.
I so didn’t mean for this to become a place to complain about baby-related stuff, but since that’s what 100% of my life is right now, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.
The nesting mom in me is furious today. We ordered furniture for the baby back on January 18, and were informed that the dresser would arrive in 4-6 weeks, the glider in a similar amount of time, and the crib would likely not be here until about the baby’s due date, which was fine, since we’re planning on having him in our room for the first few weeks anyway.
4 weeks have come and gone. So have 6. And I’ve now been informed that we will not have ANY furniture until after the baby is born.
I’m going into a meltdown panic mode. I’m not sure if we can cancel the order at this point. We could just drive down to IKEA and get some basic stuff tomorrow, if we could do that (which is what hubby wanted in the first place, sigh) but I just don’t know what to DO!
Guess it’s time to do what always makes it a little better… and call mom.
I always sort of thought that the so-called “nesting urge” that moms-to-be experience was mostly made up by women who were trying to explain away the sudden need to get some stuff done before the baby arrives. I mean, of course people are going to want to get stuff cleaned up so that there’s not a ton to do when there’s a small squalling person to look after. I’m not the tidiest of people, but I understand and accept that my house will be a nightmare for the first few months of baby living.
The nesting urge, though? So not a crock. Here’s what I’ve done over just the past couple of weeks:
-23 loads of laundry, including every towel I can get my hands on and all of the newborn sized baby outfits
-reorganized my yarn and fiber stash for the 2nd time
-made a bulletin board and mail hanger for organizing all sorts of stuff
-baked and frozen several loaves of bread for thawing in the next month
-started actually cooking. I hate cooking. I love baking, but I hate cooking. All the sudden, I want to make food?
-rearranged the dining room furniture so as to hide the overly large dog crate
-put pictures up on the walls. We lived in this house for 2 years with no artwork. Suddenly, every room needs something on the wall
-barely resisting the urge to sand and repaint the kitchen cabinets. I’d be an idiot to start this now, but I DESPERATELY want to.
All of this is wildly out of my normal routine. I just keep thinking up new projects and have to talk myself out of starting them – after all, I’ve got 3 more weeks until he’s due. I can’t possibly finish EVERYTHING by then.