The necessary hold-off
I started this blog on Jan. 1, when I proclaimed 2009 to be “my year of preparation.” It looks like 2010 will most likely be the year of the blessed event, and I am not planning to go off the pill until my re-fills are up in the fall.
However …
Yes, there is a “however.” You know us girls, we can never make outright statements like that, and always be expected to stick with them.
So I said 2009 was the year of the Great Planning-ness, but in the back of my mind, I always held onto the little “maybe” that squeaked, “Maybe you and Darling Husband will decide to try this year.”
Of course I had that “maybe”! I am only human, after all, and clearly have a one-track (READ: baby) mind. But then, this week, things changed …
You see, my most special friend — let’s call her Best Friend, because, well, she is. Best Friend is getting married this summer, and I am her Matron of Honour. I am very excited about her wedding, as I adore her and her fiance, and her parents. It will be a beautiful wedding, and I’m so proud to be standing up there with her.
So I’ve known the wedding date for like, a year, but it’s only recently that I — and the bridesmaids — have been getting involved in the planning. We went for dress fittings last week, and while they did not have my dress, I tried on something very similar. It was gorgeous, and I loved flouncing around in it. I was so excited! The wedding is only a few months away, and it is finally starting to seem real!
After they took down my measurements and ordered my dress, I was asked to sign a piece of paper that basically guarenteed I would not get pregnant before the wedding — hence making the dress un-wearable.
“Ooh! I promise not to get pregnant before your wedding,” I joked with Best Friend. “God, can you imagine?”
She laughed along with me, as we imagined the awfulness that would be a knocked-up Matron of Honour.
It was only later that I realized what I had signed. I swore — both on paper, and to my Bestie — that I would absolutely, positively not get pregnant before her wedding. And I meant it! There is no way I would dream of doing that to her. Even if I was only a smidgers pregnant, what if I puked up at the altar and ruined her wedding? Blahhhhh!
So while in my head, all along, my mind was murmuring, “Yes, 2010 … but really, anytime!” it actually needs to be chanting, “Not until August. Not until August!”
Sunday morning
Today I feel lonely for a baby that is not even born conceived yet.
It is a regular sort of Sunday. Darling Husband is working. I have had breakfast, walked Little Dog, done laundry, etc. I still have a list of things to get done, but … the day just feels sort of empty.
I should stop here for a sec, and explain that I am not a person to get bored easily. I’m very into crafts/sewing/painting — anything, really that involves a gluegun or my trusty Singer. I always have several projects going at once, as well as several books.
But today, I just feel out of sorts. I am too distracted to craft or read. Baby Fever is hitting hard.
The house seems empty in a way that I never noticed before. I feel like I can almost picture my baby here with me. It almost feels weird that they are not here yet.
I don’t know how it is possible to miss someone you have never met, but today, I do …
The best (pant) shape (pant) of my life?
So … tired …
Abs … so sore …
How is my newly-acquired fitness regime going, you ask? Well, I have the battle wounds — sore abs and legs — to prove that it must be doing something.
This past week I went to three pilates classes and hit the gym for a cardio session once. I also walked my butt home twice — and that walk includes a big ol’ hill.
Things are going OK on the food-front, but I was too busy to do much cooking this week. Am planning a big grocery-shop today, and can hopefully prepare and freeze a few things this evening. Yay me!
In the middle of a particularly gruelling exercise on Friday — using some kind of strange pilates hoop thing — it did occur to me that I am going to get in the best shape of my life, only to get pregnant and begin re-chubbifying …
… Yes, well …
I still don’t have an answer for that, but I am still pretty sure that I am doing the right thing. Health, etc., blah blah.
Must go eat celery now, and try to put that thought out of my head!
Everywhere I look …
Does everyone have a baby except me?
OK, yes, I am over-dramatizing a smidgen a lot. But it has been one of those weeks where it seems everyone you talk to is either pregnant or just had a baby.
The biggest shocker came yesterday, when I found out my former babysitter’s daughter now has a six-month-old. Wait, you need more details for this to be shocking. OK, my old babysitter is maybe 40, and her daughter is 18.
Hmm. This might be coming out badly. It’s not that I wanted to be a teen mom, yeeps.
Anyway, I guess it was just the most surprising preggo/mothering news of the week. The rest were all regular marrieds, friends of friends, strangers on the street, etc. I am seeing/hearing about it everywhere … or is it because I am thinking of it so much?
I’m hearing mumbo-jumbo about the Bumbo
I WANT: The Bumbo Baby Seat
I don’t know much about baby gear, but this thing is everywhere!
The adorably-named “Bumbo” is a squishy chair with leg-slots, designed for babies who can’t sit up on their own. It looks like you just sort of smush them into it, and they can sit up and play, eat, etc.
Very cool invention. What did parents do before the Bumbo? Stack stuff behind them? Hmm.
PRICE: $60
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