3 Week Countdown and the Magic Question: Are You Ready???

our little girls face at 36 weeks ultra-sound

our little girls face at 36 weeks ultra-sound

“Are you ready?” This is the magic question at 9 months pregnant and 3 weeks to go until our planned C-Section on Aug. 8th! Everyone is asking me this from the check out lady at my local organic market to my family and friends. Ready? Hmmm, is anyone ever really “ready” to have a baby? This is the magic question and it seems to deserve a pretty amazing answer so I’ve been giving it a lot of thought.

Part of me wants to say YES! I have been ready to be a mother since I was about 10 years old and I started the “Mother’s Helpers” baby sitting service in our neighborhood in Tucson, AZ. All I wanted to do was baby sit everyone’s kids and soon after I launched my first business venture, I was booked solid and had to enlist other “mother’s helpers” to fill the load. I LOVED taking care of children and people just trusted me. This went on for years. There were a couple of families I baby sat for every summer in Coronado, CA when we vacationed there and truly there wasn’t anything that brought me more joy than watching those kids at night (and playing with them during the day on the beach as our families would hang out in one big group almost daily). The best!

By the time I was entering college I think I knew I was “weird” because when my girlfriends would talk about what they wanted to be when they grew up (in a very serious, slightly “I am woman hear me roar” but not like a loud roar, more of a cool roar because we went to NYU and thus were sort of above roaring kind of way)….the first thing that I thought was “a mom.” GASP! Dare I say that out loud? No, no, I’d pick something else to speak on but that was my real answer. I would even fantasize about being a mom sometimes and dream about how it would feel, how it would look, how I would be with my children. Those thoughts always brought me a lot of peace. I never thought I’d have to wait until 34 to actually become a mom but as life turns out in a perfect surprise in the way only life can, here I am and the other part of my dream is my partner in this mother thing- my partner in everything, my husband. The road to him wasn’t a perfect dream but being with him is and so because I’m with him, yeah, I’m “ready”.

But are we really ready? My latest pregnancy insomnia situation would tell you no- no we are NOT ready and let me tell you WHY (but let me wait until about 1:30am to start thinking about it and then I’ll tell you by about 3-4:45am). We’re not ready because we don’t know exactly how to deal with every single parenting situation I can think of between the hours of 12-5am. We aren’t ready because we haven’t discussed every single detail of how we’re going to do every single thing. We aren’t ready because of the unknown, because of the scary, because of our own issues that we’re still working on with in ourselves, because of our fears. We aren’t ready because I don’t even know all the reasons why we’re not ready but I know there are so many more of them!

So, no- we’re not “ready” but you know what we are….we’re “set.” We’re set to go. We’re set because I’ve got us so outrageously organized that we could go into labor right now (please God don’t let me go into labor right now) and everything from our hospital bags to the emergency call list to the baby’s nursery and all things needed to care for her are all set and done. THOSE things, are ready. We’re set because I’ve got a planned C-Section (because I have to have one and have finally come to terms with that at 9 months pregnant). While I re-coup I have all the help I need with family coming in and a night time doula, to allow me to heal while still being 100% there for our little girl. Everyone who’s going to be around her has taken the latest infant CPR training course and has had a shot necessary here in Washington because of an outbreak of whooping cough, which can be deadly to a newborn (really people please vaccinate your kids this is ridiculous). So we’re set on safety and support. We’re also set because I’ve read a ton about everything newborn related and feel pretty prepared. We’re set because I’ve decided how to set up doing things but have a back up plan if they don’t work well with our baby (remember man plans and God laughs). We’re set because we’re organized and we’re informed.

I feel like I’ve practiced my entire life for motherhood by watching other’s parent, by taking notes from my own parents, by baby sitting, being an observer, reading, dreaming about it. Even living my life and learning and growing, evolving into who I am today and all I know today was preparation. I feel like I’ve been preparing for this my whole life sometimes knowingly sometimes not. I am so set, so organized, so excited and over the moon about this that I can barely breathe as I think about holding her for the first time. I’m ready to be her mom as much as I can be today and tomorrow and the next and the next it’ll probably be the same answer.

I’m not ready to love her though….because I already do and truly, that’s all SHE really needs from me, isn’t it? There it is- magical answer to the magical question. Now I just have to get through the next 3 weeks and perhaps at some point, get some sleep (that may help me get even more ready).

 

 

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Welcome to the family, Snoogle

snoogle

We’re having a threesome. Me, my hubby and my snoogle, all cozy in one queen size bed. You might look at this photo and wonder what in the wild wild world of sports did I just buy???! (Points if you know what movie I grabbed that quote from). Well kids, this is the latest and greatest pregnancy pillow to hit the market yet. I did a ton of research (remember I’m a pregnancy nerd I research and read up on all this stuff (so you don’t have to) and this pillow seems to win out over any of the others. I bought it on Amazon and although it wasn’t the cheapest (or the most expensive) option, it was by far the best and worth it. We’ll have this pillow through out the pregnancy and I have a feeling it’ll be around for nursing as well.

When my husband came home to see this pillow on our bed he gave me a REALLY hard time (once he finished laughing hysterically). He thought it was ridiculous looking and could not believe how much of the bed it took up. I said I hadn’t even tried it yet I had just washed it (always wash the cover when you take it out of the box, before using) and put it on the bed. Now let me be clear, when I say he gave me a really hard time I don’t mean he was nasty what I mean is he took this as an amazing opportunity to make fun of me (one of the many ways he’s a lot like my brother who teases me as a show of love, of course). I mean, come on the name is “Snoogle” it looks like a big snake, it takes up most of my side of the bed, it’s totally weird and also…it seems premature because I’m not even showing yet!

Okay okay so here’s the skinny on why I bought this thing before I even started showing. It’s because I haven’t slept through the night in 3 months. That’s right! Not one night. Why? I can’t get comfortable. My boobs are heavy and big and hurt when I toss and turn. I’m not supposed to sleep on my back or my stomach anymore. My lower back is starting to bother me at night (because my uterus is doing it’s growing and pushing things thang) and oh yeah, I have to pee every couple of hours, so I’m waking up anyway (again, uterus thanks so much for pushing on my bladder- awesome). Instead of continuing to suffer every single night I decided to take matters into my own hands and buy the pillow I’d been reading and hearing about.

I had been working in the other room while my husband was reading at his desk in our bedroom that night. Upon entering our bedroom for the first times since all the teasing about the Snoogle I was stopped dead in my tracks by a sight I mean a sight for sore eyes! What was it? My husband, all cozied up not at his desk mind you, no no no…but reading on his ipad laying all wrapped up and happy on my damn Snoogle. The first one to snuggle the Snoogle? My teasing sarcastic husband. Don’t think I let that go for one minute.

All teasing aside, that first night with my Snoogle was the first full nights sleep I had in 3 whole months and I woke up rested and sooooo happy! That doesn’t mean the teasing has stopped, no sir. The next night my husband joked that he couldn’t believe we were having a threesome….him, me and Snoogle. The joking won’t stop but neither will my sleeping through the night! Snoogle, welcome to the family. Prepare to develop thick skin.