#75 - Jo is now very full of baby (and hash-browns). We’re ready now. Time for her inaugural appearance.
The baby questions are all starting to sound suspiciously similar, so, in the interests of good humour I’ve tackled the top three in a concise question answer format for your convenience ;)
This weekend was all about winding down and spending some time together as a couple. It’s the first weekend in months where James and I have just been together without having people to see or places to be. I’ve been really enjoying it.
Today we set up the birth pool in the spare room. Seeing it sitting there is an unavoidable reminder that in the near future I’ll be pushing a whole baby out. Yikes!
It’s a really good feeling, having some time to prepare the space where I’ll be laboring and giving birth to our daughter. I’ve been spending a lot of time in the spare room recently, and that has helped me feel at home in there.
“The stone age didn’t end because they ran out of stones.” — unknown
Fine Art Print by Jessica Tremp
Today I grabbed the very last things on my list that are needed for the birth or immediately post-birth. The strangest items being some art supplies for making placenta prints.
I’m still not sure why I’ve become so emotional about our placenta, but I’d really like something to remember it by before it disappears into a rubbish bin somewhere or is buried under a tree. Placenta prints can be made using the existing blood, or with ink or paint. I’ve set us up with a pad of medium weight watercolour paper and some lush sepia toned artist ink. I guess the rest will come down to how much time, energy and creativity we have left after the birth!
“The world is but a canvas to the imagination.” — Henry David Thoreau
“from afar, where the wind sang your name…”
Fine Art Print by Jessica Tremp
[video]
Today I ran a couple of errands after wrangling a few extra hours sleep last night. First on my list was picking up a car seat which my mother had very kindly gifted us for the new baby. I’ve been excited about picking it up all week, as it marked the last “big thing” we need to have ready and on stand by for when the baby comes.
James drives a very spiffy, but very compact convertible which made the whole car seat buying process quite a bit more tricky. I could only find two safety compliant models which fit in his backseat, and because I am avoiding the colour black like the plague right now, this left us with precisely one option.
On the drive home I couldn’t help but notice the plethora of ‘end of financial year’ sales and so parked the car for a quick look around. As though by fate, I finally found a large enough bag to use for hauling baby paraphernalia around. I’ve examined about 27266 billion nappy bags but was not able to find one that ticked all my boxes (big enough, light weight, compartments where I want them, not black etc.) Turns out what I really wanted was a large beach bag. And upon getting it home I spent my afternoon becoming better acquainted with it while getting it packed and ready to go.
Once I had bonded with my new nappy bag for long enough, it was time to attack the car interior with a brush and shovel. I started just before dusk, with enough light to work by, but ended up half squatting half reclining across the back seat poking into dark corners until they felt clean. Hopefully all my thrashing about did the job and tomorrow I’ll be able to take the new car seat in to be fitted properly.
There is still a whole bunch of frivolous bonus stuff on the wish list but now I feel like we have all the important items covered.
We have three different due dates. I guess that’s what happens when you see four different care providers over the course of one pregnancy and everyone works it out a different way. But as of yesterday, the most in the middle of those due dates makes our baby full term. That means if she were born now we wouldn’t consider her mildly premature any more. She isn’t actually due for another two or three weeks, and if she has inherited her parents’ procrastination skills it could be as long as another four or five weeks, so I’m not holding my breath for anything to happen just yet and with so many things still to get done, I’m in no rush either! Nature might help me out here, because a preganant women who is stressing out about getting things ready is also pumping a bunch of adrenline around her system, and adreneline is a really good labor inhibitor. So, theoretically, labor is less likely to begin until the mother stops running around and fretting about things. It also explains why most labors begin at night, when the body is naturally starting to unwind and relax.