Yeah, there’s probably a little emotional stuff going on. May as well not try to lie to myself or to you. It’s more of a SAD thing than a depression thing though. I don’t think Indy has made it above 20 in several weeks. At least not on the days I’ve gone outside. Good news is the snow has stuck around masking the dead brown that is Indiana in the winter, bad news, it hasn’t gotten above 20 in several weeks.
When I was pregnant with Addie I became the beacon of nestitude. I scrubbed tiny little half inch tiles with a toothbrush and Clorox bleach pen. I washed and folded tiny little baby clothes over and over. On December 13th I sat looking at my shower curtain thinking about how much I hated it. “There are going to be so many people coming over here and they’re all going to have to look at my ugly bleach stained shower curtain, this will not do.” So I packed up at 11 p.m. and headed out to buy a new shower curtain.
“When are you due?” asked the checker.
“Oh, um, tomorrow.” I replied.
I came home, hung the shower curtain, became wildly unhappy with the factory creases in it, took it down, ironed it, rehung it and went to bed around 1 a.m.
I woke up in labor just after 5 a.m. and I admired my new shower curtain the whole time I was getting ready to leave for the hospital.
Obviously, I’m now where near going into labor, but my closets are amazing. The transfer from regular clothes to maternity clothes has taken place. The bedding for my new bed (Thursday!) has been washed, ironed and folded. I arranged the bitty Addie clothes. I even allowed myself to purchase baby stuff yesterday. Because this is really going to happen.
Which brings me to the name thing.
Cody and I didn’t tell a soul what Addie’s name was going to be until after she was out. And sorry, but we’re going to be the same way this time. No amount of bribery will work. Besides, naming humans is hard. We had a hard enough time with the first one. And now we have to name a second one? Meh. That’s a lot of responsibility. How people can have their ultrasound and then announce “Sheboygan Follifuf Mullins will be born May 1” is beyond my realm of comprehension. What if Sheboygan comes out and resembles more of a Theodore than a Sheboygan? What if a CNN announces next month that there’s a serial killer on the loose named Sheboygan? Good luck living that one down.
Part of me still feels as though a boy is going to pop out next spring. The good news is that if that does happen? He’ll have his name already picked out. Sure, he’ll be sleeping in a pink bed in pink clothes for a few weeks, but he’ll totally have a name to go by.
Miss Mozzi Sheboygan. (subject to change…)