Since things are looking... imminent... the nesting has begun. I don't really remember going through this with such intensity with Anna, but I think it's because I didn't know what I needed and didn't need. This time, especially with all the ups and downs of this pregnancy, the nesting has been on overdrive. A woman in her thirties might still be afraid of being Mom to two babies, but at least she's smarter-- logistically-- the second time around.
1. The Freezer
I think I had a couple of freezer meals ready when AB was born. One was Ina's turkey lasagna, which I love, but was totally impractical for just L and me. Let's just say that many bags of trail mix were consumed at all hours of the day and night, since I was woefully food un-prepared. Here's what my garage freezer looks like this time, thanks to Trader Joes:
(Lots of potstickers, lots of polenta for AB, lots of baked pasta. Still missing: three month supply of Almondictive Bites. Haven't tried those? TRY THEM.)
2. The Hospital Bag
This has been packed for months, so no need to worry about me jinxing myself into going into labor tonight. But despite it being ready for so long, I still smile when I look at it, unable to help comparing it to the hospital bag I brought for Anna. When I had Anna, my hospital bag included books, music, clothes that weren't suited for nursing, and a hair dryer. Oh, and make-up. Make-Up! I mean seriously, it cracks me up just thinking about it.
3. The Nursery
AB's nursery was very functional, but again, I didn't know what I needed. How was I supposed to know that the Boppy was going to drive me crazy? How could I possibly have planned for how small she was, for so long? This time I've got less clothes that involve buttons and snaps, and more that will be forgiving of spit up milk. Oh, and the Bjorn. LOVE THAT BJORN.
(Fine, Yoda was not a necessity. But he sure is cute.)
A woman in her thirties is honest, so I'll go ahead and admit it: I was a crazy person for the first few months of Anna's life. It wasn't just the hormones. I was so sleep deprived, so nursing-confused, so worried about every little thing that she did or didn't do, that it's a wonder I wasn't institutionalized. I know now (as in KNOW, not just know), that everything is a phase. 'This too shall pass' are words to live-- not scream-- by.
And, most importantly, it goes by in a blink. Enjoy it.