Sadly, I have no books to review lately. My attention span for a book that doesn't involve infant massage or breast feeding is practically nil. (we'll get to more about breast feeding in just a minute). It's starting to hit me that we are having a baby and this baby is coming SOON!
Currently simmering on the stove is a lovely bolognese sauce I made earlier today. My bichamel sauce turned out fairly well, and we're just waiting on the lasagna noodles to finish cooking. This follows the banana bread I baked last week, and tomorrow is Chili Day. I was able to schedule a lawn service to come out and tidy up the property (ironic we need a lawn service when we don't even have a lawn, no?), and the maids are scheduled for the next two months, with a deep cleaning happening tomorrow morning. All of the baby clothes have been washed and folded (and then re-folded) and every mechanical baby-related item has a working battery in it. My hospital bag is packed, the birth plan (a touching piece that I hope is both humorous and insightful) is written and printed, and the camcorder is charged. Are we ready? I have no freaking clue.
All I know is that there is part of my brain that says, "We're good; w'e're ready, just sit tight." And then there that other, louder part of my brain that is like, "Holy crap, we're having a baby! Who that THIS was a good idea?" I mean, I've been known to forget to feed the cat on occasion. Brian once left a glass in his car for like, three years. And we've both been known to eat only celery and cream cheese for dinner, since it was the only food in the house. We're not exact models of responsibility.
In terms of stress, I would have to say short of figuring out how this child is coming into the world, my next greatest concern is breast feeding. For something that seems so natural, organic, and wholesome, the actual practice seems to border on rocket science combined with AP chemistry. I've been quizzing friends and professionals for the last few regarding what to do and what not to do, and the more info I get, the more confused I become. There is an array of breast feeding accessories (I'm proud to say three weeks ago I didn't know what a nipple shield is; now, I do) and products out there that just serves to complicate matters. One friend said she loved being her baby's link to sustenance and life, another friend said she is so tired of being someone else's grocery store. Considering I didn't even get a cell phone until 2003 since I hated the idea of being constantly connected to everyone, I think I might side more with the latter. Not mention, every single person has described the pain in graphic detail. I'm not a fan of pain.
I'll be honest - I've had a love-hate relationship with this aspect of my body for the past 20 years. I've (literally) supported them and hope they don't let me down in my time of need.
Currently simmering on the stove is a lovely bolognese sauce I made earlier today. My bichamel sauce turned out fairly well, and we're just waiting on the lasagna noodles to finish cooking. This follows the banana bread I baked last week, and tomorrow is Chili Day. I was able to schedule a lawn service to come out and tidy up the property (ironic we need a lawn service when we don't even have a lawn, no?), and the maids are scheduled for the next two months, with a deep cleaning happening tomorrow morning. All of the baby clothes have been washed and folded (and then re-folded) and every mechanical baby-related item has a working battery in it. My hospital bag is packed, the birth plan (a touching piece that I hope is both humorous and insightful) is written and printed, and the camcorder is charged. Are we ready? I have no freaking clue.
All I know is that there is part of my brain that says, "We're good; w'e're ready, just sit tight." And then there that other, louder part of my brain that is like, "Holy crap, we're having a baby! Who that THIS was a good idea?" I mean, I've been known to forget to feed the cat on occasion. Brian once left a glass in his car for like, three years. And we've both been known to eat only celery and cream cheese for dinner, since it was the only food in the house. We're not exact models of responsibility.
In terms of stress, I would have to say short of figuring out how this child is coming into the world, my next greatest concern is breast feeding. For something that seems so natural, organic, and wholesome, the actual practice seems to border on rocket science combined with AP chemistry. I've been quizzing friends and professionals for the last few regarding what to do and what not to do, and the more info I get, the more confused I become. There is an array of breast feeding accessories (I'm proud to say three weeks ago I didn't know what a nipple shield is; now, I do) and products out there that just serves to complicate matters. One friend said she loved being her baby's link to sustenance and life, another friend said she is so tired of being someone else's grocery store. Considering I didn't even get a cell phone until 2003 since I hated the idea of being constantly connected to everyone, I think I might side more with the latter. Not mention, every single person has described the pain in graphic detail. I'm not a fan of pain.
I'll be honest - I've had a love-hate relationship with this aspect of my body for the past 20 years. I've (literally) supported them and hope they don't let me down in my time of need.
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