COME BABY COME

Mood: What the shit, am I nesting?
Listening to: Kim Richey's Glimmer CD

We've been trying to coax the baby out into the real world lately. We've painted flowers and pictures for her room, set up her crib with the cutest bedding and I've showed her all the cute outfits she gets to wear when she comes home. She isn't interested in hanging out with mom and dad yet though. And that's okay but I think I might have grown out of my maternity clothes. Nothing is comfortable anymore. I wish I could go to work in my jammies.

Speaking of the pictures I painted for her room, I've scanned them. They are bordered with thick purple and pink paint but I left that part off.

Disclaimer: I never claimed to be a painter.



I've been in the creative mood lately so it has been fun. There is still more stuff I'd like to do, but finding the time and energy is the hard part. We've almost got the room ready. Once we get the dresser and organizer thing I can put all her stuff in and all that will be missing is the baby .... whatever her name is.

Right now it's Ida Know.

Dove Truffle Eggs
Happy Freakin' Easter to me. I can't get enough of these things every year, and right now chocolate tastes about as good as ... errr ... it's just great. Little Debby has been my best friend this past month. Her and those #!@$@%&$#@! Nutty Bars.

How many times have you been able to think of someone in the past few years and consider them 'genuine' ?.... Not very often. And I think that's sad. I don't know many people who are as real as they try to seem.

I start thinking about wierd stuff like this when I think about what it's going to be like to bring an actual person into the world. I wonder how people become who they are and how they acquire their personalities. Think of the most horrible person on the planet that you know of --- don't you wonder how they got that way? Does somebody grow up in a certain way because of how they were treated or is it because of the example they followed? There are so many variables when it comes to growing into a personality -- can you really raise a child? Is it shaping or unfolding that makes a better human being?

Scary stuff.

And for some reason I am so damn anxious for all this scary stuff to get here. It's not 9 months of agony that gets me excited to meet the baby, it's the years I have to look forward to. Growing a person is the strangest experience I've ever had. I have a bond with the bump in my belly. Rob and I both do. It's hard to come to the realization that what is making my belly move is an actual baby. I don't know when the reality will hit me, either. Sometimes I feel like when she finally makes her entrance I'm going to look at her and think "What the?! ... How did this get here?" I haven't been in denial that I'm pregnant. It just hasn't sunk in yet that I'm going to be a mother. I've just been getting bigger with something wriggling around inside of me.

Something kicking me right now telling me I should stop being so damn introspective and try getting a little sleep for a change. There she goes, taking after her mom trying to tell her own mom what to do. Grandma would love that.


Oh yeah, and here's the crib. It's cuuuuute.

G'nyte!