Everyone says you can never be fully-prepared to have children, but if it's possible to be prepared-enough, I think we're there.
We've checked off our to-do lists -- I even started and completed a second one -- and now, we wait.
We're a week from the due date and I feel as prepared as I can be, both physically and emotionally. It's a good place to be, other than the fact that everything non-baby related seems to matter so much less.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Diaper explosion!
It's not what you think -- not yet, anyway.
Between baby showers, grocery store coupons and Deals of the Day on Amazon, we've managed to stock pile -- and I mean REALLY stockpile -- diapers. They're hidden under the crib, in closets throughout the house, stuffed in cabinets and drawers or packed away in diaper bags.
I've only changed one in recent memory, and that was on a plastic mannequin during child-birthing class at the hospital. So the idea of all those diapers -- we might really be in the four-digit range at this point -- is hard to imagine ever using.
Then there's the sizing. Newborn seems easy enough, but how am I supposed to know when the little man is ready to go from a NB to a 1? Or a 2?
At this point, I'd like to tip my hat to the guy who came up with clothing size lables. I should have a general understanding of how old my kid is, so that should be easy enough.
Wait, what? My three-month-old might wear six-month-old clothes? (If so, I guess he got his grandfather's jeans -- I mean genes.)
So those easy-to-read tags that make diaper sizes look like rocket science are easy-to-read but open to interpretation? Well that just seems confusing as a ripe, smelly diaper.
Between baby showers, grocery store coupons and Deals of the Day on Amazon, we've managed to stock pile -- and I mean REALLY stockpile -- diapers. They're hidden under the crib, in closets throughout the house, stuffed in cabinets and drawers or packed away in diaper bags.
I've only changed one in recent memory, and that was on a plastic mannequin during child-birthing class at the hospital. So the idea of all those diapers -- we might really be in the four-digit range at this point -- is hard to imagine ever using.
Then there's the sizing. Newborn seems easy enough, but how am I supposed to know when the little man is ready to go from a NB to a 1? Or a 2?
At this point, I'd like to tip my hat to the guy who came up with clothing size lables. I should have a general understanding of how old my kid is, so that should be easy enough.
Wait, what? My three-month-old might wear six-month-old clothes? (If so, I guess he got his grandfather's jeans -- I mean genes.)
So those easy-to-read tags that make diaper sizes look like rocket science are easy-to-read but open to interpretation? Well that just seems confusing as a ripe, smelly diaper.
Little moments
We're three weeks from the due date, which really means any day now. It's been funny to notice lately all the "little moments" that denote our pending addition.
Some of them have been humorous (like realizing we should quickly invest in Duracell because ever kids toy these days seems to take 4 AAs -- and another 2 if you want to use the remote).
Some of have less than humorous (like feeling the effects of increasingly less sleep -- yes, already -- while failing miserably to hang shelves in the nursery).
Some have been sentimental (like Brittney's father's gentle kiss on her cheek and heart-felt "good luck" on our last visit to Burlington before the big day).
Most days, in the craziness that is our pre-parenthood lives, these moments would have simply passed right by, without much thought. But for whatever reason, they have caught my attention recently and helped bring a smile to my face.
While Brittney and I are very much looking forward to all the little moments (and the major milestones) that we'll celebrate in the coming weeks, months and years, it's been a great last few weeks for Brittney and I, just being us.
Some of them have been humorous (like realizing we should quickly invest in Duracell because ever kids toy these days seems to take 4 AAs -- and another 2 if you want to use the remote).
Some of have less than humorous (like feeling the effects of increasingly less sleep -- yes, already -- while failing miserably to hang shelves in the nursery).
Some have been sentimental (like Brittney's father's gentle kiss on her cheek and heart-felt "good luck" on our last visit to Burlington before the big day).
Most days, in the craziness that is our pre-parenthood lives, these moments would have simply passed right by, without much thought. But for whatever reason, they have caught my attention recently and helped bring a smile to my face.
While Brittney and I are very much looking forward to all the little moments (and the major milestones) that we'll celebrate in the coming weeks, months and years, it's been a great last few weeks for Brittney and I, just being us.
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