Kiersten’s Blog

Last Saturday, my good friends, Melissa and Christina, threw me a fabulous baby shower.  It really was great of them.  I think everybody had a nice time.  The food was fantastic, as was the company and the gifts.  A lot of people showed up who I don’t even know very well and brought some very generous gifts.  I am so impressed by the generosity of people.  I hope I can be like that.  I received 3 handmade quilts!  I also got some really cute clothes.  On top of that, for the group gift, I was given an exersaucer.  I had one for London when she was small but have since rid myself of it for lack of space.  I’m excited to have one again for the new baby to use in a few months.  I’m feeling much more prepared now.  I’ve been doing tons of laundry and still have lots more to do.  I’m getting ready, slowly but surely, and hopefully I’ll be completely ready by the time the little guy arrives.  Now for a name…

I’ve made it to the nine month point.  This is the worst part.  I’m uncomfortable and unmotivated.  I planned on cleaning my bathroom today but wasn’t at all disappointed when I remembered I had run out of bathroom cleaner.  Now I have that tub to look forward to cleaning tomorrow instead.  I’m not sure how that bending is going to happen.  I find myself involuntarily grunting all the time.  Nice.  I’m sure there will be a lot of that happening as I’m trying to clean the tub.  I’m thinking the last month of pregnancy is a good thing for women because by the time it’s over, we don’t really care how this baby gets out or what pain it causes, at least we don’t have to be pregnant anymore!  Consequently, I’m starting to feel better about having this baby.  We went to the hospital tonight for a tour.  It made me more nervous than excited.  I also learned that it’s really important that this kid has a name as soon as he’s born.  Hmm.  I wonder if that will be possible.  I’ll take suggestions.  Anyone?  Anyone?  In all seriousness, though, I really appreciate all the nice comments and encouragement I have received.  So thanks!  You guys are great!  I know everything will be just fine.

I will hit my 9 months pregnant mark on Tuesday.  Of course the last month is always the longest, just because it’s SO uncomfortable.  I have a feeling, though, that it’s going to go by too fast.  I’m just not ready for another baby yet!  Here I sit with the little guy tucked under my ribs and my back hurting, not being able to bend over or tie my shoes, but I’m not feeling like I want him out of my body yet.  Okay, I want him out.  I’m done with being pregnant, but I’m definitely not ready for what happens once he leaves my uterus and makes his debut.  I’m not ready for the sleepless nights.  I’m not ready for the recovery.  I’m not ready to be in labor.  I’m not ready for a 3 year old little girl to be yelling at a baby because he’s crying and she can’t stand it when babies cry.  On top of all this, I still don’t know what his name will be, nor do I have a place for him in our little apartment.  The crib is still being housed at my in-laws.  I have been collecting baby boy clothes here and there, but I’m pretty sure I don’t have the “stuff” I need.  Honestly, I don’t even remember what that “stuff” is.  I feel like I’ve never done this before!  Or maybe sometimes I feel like it’s been too recent because when I think about actually giving birth, I really don’t want to deal with that again!  I also worry and think of everything that could go wrong because last time, I thought everything would just be perfect (because, of course, I was doing everything right and by the book) and I wasn’t prepared for a child with a birth defect.  I learned quickly how to deal with it, but what will surprise me this time?  Will he be able to nurse?  I don’t know how to do that.  It will be a whole new experience.  I’m sure everything will turn out just fine but for now, I just don’t feel ready.  Maybe I never will.

While it has been freezing around the country, the weather here in Southern California has definitely been something to write home about. I think the forecast tomorrow is calling for rain, but for the last week or two, we’ve had weather in the 70s and 80s. The only problem with this is that London refuses to wear short sleeves. But that’s another story. Because of the gorgeous weather (and the fact that the waves were supposed to be REALLY good) we headed to the beach on Saturday. We had a fun time. Taylor surfed. Actually, I don’t think he had much fun. Apparently the waves weren’t as good as they were supposed to be. While he was out in the frigid water, London and I played in the sand. I was kind of shocked that she didn’t even try to go in the water. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever been to the beach with her when she didn’t have to be dragged from the water kicking and screaming. I couldn’t even get a decent picture of her because she refused to let go of my hand when we were even close to the water. She was a little better yesterday when we went to the beach again. Yesterday was even warmer and the water was even bearable. I didn’t go in because I wasn’t about to wear a bathing suit to the beach in January but I easily could have and would have been just fine. It’s so great to live in a place where we can actually be outside in the middle of winter.