the waiting game.

Jul 30, 2013

Ahhh summer.... in a past life this season was a glorious one filled with sunshine, patio drinks, and afternoons by the pool. Summer at 8 months pregnant? Wake up, haul myself to the couch, eat, waste time on Facebook, spend money ordering newborn photo props on Etsy, and on a good day venture out in an attempt to be productive. I'd still take summer over winter any day, but this year I'm hibernating inside with pale skin instead of spending every waking moment outdoors.  I will note that I did spend a weekend camping at 34 weeks pregnant.  Aside from having to crawl out of the tent to go to the bathroom at 2 am, it wasn't bad at all.  Campfire food is even better when you are eating for two.

 Baby Shippelt is due one month from yesterday. I have a million, billion things that I feel like I need to accomplish between now and then, but alas, I am lazy and would rather blog about what I should be doing. Story of my life. 
On the plus side, Ryan and I (mostly Ryan) got a little dose of nesting yesterday and cleaned out our office... soon to be spare bedroom.  My mom has already claimed it as her own bedroom for the days following the baby's birth.  As rent, I've put in my request for her homemade lasagna. The nursery is set up for the most part, and all of those adorable little baby outfits are washed, hanging in the closet, and ready to be puked and pooped on. Our "various junk" cupboard has been replaced by bottles and tiny little spoons and bowls. I think that we might almost be ready... at least as far as having the baby stuff goes.  Mentally, can you ever really be ready? I  mean, this is a tiny human that we are talking about.  It was a big enough adjustment bringing Niko home.  As the days draw closer I'm bombarded with so many horror stories about labour and life with a newborn. These stories and the women who share them are all very helpful and reassuring... except not at all.  I appreciate them as much as the "wow, you must be due any day now!" comments.  Oh really? I wasn't aware of that giant beach ball attached to my midsection.

People are just far too kind.  It might be difficult, we might never sleep again... but we'll manage.  There are billions of people on this planet and every single one of them was a newborn at one point. If their parents can do it, so can we.  
As we wait out these next few weeks, I don't plan to do a whole lot aside from lazing around my house and giving Niko all of the only child attention that I can before his new little sibling comes along.

 I apologize for the lack of entertaining blog posts, but stay tuned... it won't be long until we have big news to share! 


Tot d'un plegat said...

Krysta, cheer up! Anyday you'll see your son and a new life will begin! Kisses from Spain!

Krysta said...

Thanks Selva! Haha... but it could be a daughter... or a son... we'll have to wait and see! :)

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