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02/12/2007: ""There's something in there...""
This was a very lovely weekend. I spent much of it partaking in America's pasttime, shopping. The fact that I arrived home with many many bags full of goodies without doing any actual buying made the weekend even more fun (actually, I did a smidge of buying, but more on that later).
Saturday morning dawned rainy but that didn't deter my mother and me from driving 90 minutes to the Vacaville outlet stores. Now I've been bargain shopping with my mom before and God knows the woman can find a jem in a pile of crap faster than anyone I've ever seen but since we found out that the baby's a girl? She's been unstoppable. This baby has more clothes than Dave and I combined. Between the earlier post-holiday sales shopping trip with Mom, the recent blow-out with my aunt, the many handknits and handsewn items that my Mom saved from when I was a child and this past Saturday? There are clothes. Lordy lordy there are clothes. Each outfit cuter than the last. I go into the closet just to pull out the clothes to look at them. It's an absurd amount of clothes for a child who will not arrive for another 4 months.
And yet we bought more. Because when you find well-made, velvety sleepers for $3 each? You buy them. Oh yes you do. And when you find tee-tiny sneakers two for one? You buy two. Damn straight. As we told each other again and again, "We'd be stupid not to buy these!" And then we'd laugh and laugh because we were a little drunk with bargains.
Fourteen outfits later (and a few things for me at Motherhood Maternity because a naked me is not a pretty thing) we drove back home in the rain and... stopped at Babies 'R Us because... it was on the way home and somehow we were not completely babied out yet. It's a weakness and clearly we need help. But so much fun.
Yesterday Dave and I hit the mall, looking, in vain, for nursery furniture. JC Penney has what looks like some cute stuff in their catalogue, but I am loathe to buy without actually seeing it set up. Stability and all that. We tried to find a Penney's that has the furniture actually assembled, but... no dice. You must trust, I suppose, but really? I don't think I can do that.
We wound up just wandering the mall anyway, looking at.. yes, ok I admit it, looking at more baby clothes. But I didn't buy anything! I just found some stuff I intend to buy eventually like the cutest Robeez shoes you've ever seen and also maybe some tee-tiny Vans sneakers because they are TOO cute.
My name is Kristin and I'm a baby clothes-aholic. Hi Kristin!
We did purchase some valances for the dining room and living room windows, which is a decorating endeavor I'm pleased to finally be entering. Since we moved into the house I've been wanting something on those windows but haven't gotten around to it until now. Knowing that soon many people will be seeing my house because they want to see the baby has been a great spur to getting me going on fixing up the place.
We stopped for lunch and while noshing we attacked the ever controversial topic What Will We Name the Baby. People, we started this conversation at 3:30 and it didn't end for over three hours. There was debate, laughter and liberal use of the word "schwa". It never got ugly, but it did make me question my sanity when I couldn't put my finger on exactly why a name combination didn't work for me and it took me 10 minutes to figure out that it was because it rhymed for God's sake. The placeholder name "Madea" was used altogether too often for my comfort (don't worry, it's not in the running in any way).
In the end, a satisfactory name has been identified and, lo and behold, I still like it this morning! I think this is the winner. However, we're going to sit on it for a week or so, to let it mellow. So we're sure. Because you don't want to start telling people "This is my child's name" and then find a better one and have to have a do-over. It's just too confusing. Plus, I need to determine what snappy comebacks I can use for those who are less than enthusiastic in their support of the name. "Too bad" seems a bit... snippy.
As if it wasn't exciting enough to name and clothe my child in the same weekend, there was just a bit more to top off the weekend. While Dave and I were chatting in bed, I was able to guide his hand to just the right spot on my belly so that the baby gave him some good whacks. Usually she is a tremendous pain about this - kicks, kicks and then stops just as you get your hand in the right spot. This was the first time he'd felt her and it was amazing. He gasped and you should have seen his face - totally worth every 3 am run to the bathroom from October to now and every one to come. I can't begin to describe what it was like to finally share this with him. You feel these things and try to describe them and involve your husband in as much as you can but it's hard, you know? What's too much information and what couldn't make sense no matter how eloquent you are? There are no words to describe the feeling of a live human being shifting around inside you so how could I really convey it? The only way to come close is for him to feel it himself and the fact that he finally could made me so happy. I got to share the most exciting thing in my life with the most important person in my life and I can't ask for anything more than that.
It was a little funny when Dave breathed, "There's really something in there..." because... weren't you at the ultrasound? But I knew exactly what he meant. All the medical technology in the world can't make it more real than getting physically jostled by your actualy, real, physical child.
It's awesome in the true and pre-Valley Girl sense of the word. Just... awesome.
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on Tuesday, February 13th, Vicki said
I'm so glad you guys are having so much fun with this pregnancy.
on Tuesday, February 27th, Zarah said
hehe. that my cousin in there :D :D :D
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