Diary of a First Time Mom

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I always thought I would look forward to the day I cleaned out my closet and packed away all my maternity clothes.  But I have to say that I found myself to be a bit sad and nostalgic!  I had all these memories of my little boy, when he was still growing, come up as I folded each shirt to put away.  That combined with the fact that they are SO COMFY.  There is something to be said about having a license to wear elasticated pants.  I don’t want to give it up!

But it has to be done.  It’s time to move on.  I allowed myself to keep one maternity shirt out, as it looks like a regular shirt and is SO long (a requirement when wearing maternity pants, to hide their long elastic middle sections).  Also, I vowed to change into pajamas each night.  Sound strange?  Somehow, wearing sweat pants, tanks tops and sweatshirts all day makes you feel like you are perpetually in pajamas.  So when you are up 3-4 times in the night, every night (like in the first two weeks), there is little distinction between days, except for those periods of darkness.  That makes it way to easy to “sleep” (lay down for two hour periods in the hours of the day that it is dark) in the clothes you wear during the daylight hours.

Yeesh.

Now is the time for routine.  Get up.  Do baby stuff.  Shower.  Put on real pants.
Talk about a to-do list…

So I dug out my Be Band, last seen around week 10 when I had to start wearing maternity pants.  And there you have it.

I am still in resistance to grown-up pants.  But all my sweats are in the wash…
What’s a girl to do?

All Packed Up and Ready to Be Put Away

"Normal" Clothes to Unpack

Well it is officially one month away from our due date.  So I decided to start washing bedding and getting little clothes ready to wash.  But I did not stop there…

Outfit Number 1

He looked so cute, I added a hoodie:

Dino-Hoodie!

Well, it must be getting pretty crowded in there.  ’There’ being the womb.  Every day now is a brand new experience and I think I can actually feel the difference in his size, certainly week to week, if not every other day.  I wonder if my paranoias are the same for other first-time moms.  Like when I bend to tie my shoelaces (ok, so when I bend to slip them on – Scott has to tighten them for me) I totally worry that his little body is being crushed or folded in half.  But I have to remember that this is the kid we watched, on the 4D ultrasound, repeatedly kick himself in the head.  Or near his head, as I prefer to remember it.  That is one bendy kid!  So I know as long as I can feel him wiggle around that he’s ok.

And wiggle he does!  In fact, my few minutes of inaction are now over.  It’s like just by writing about him makes him active.  I know for certain when I sit and focus on him and breathe into that area of my stomach that he responds.  His usual aversion to movement when I place my hand on my stomach has been replaced with patterns of kicks.  Two – one – one – two.  I try playing my stomach like a Bop-It and repeat the pattern back and see what happens.  Usually I just get hungry…

It has been interesting to see how I use this blog now too.  The focus has been shifted from how I feel, to preparing for his arrival.  I no longer obsess over every little sensation, as strange and unusual sensations have become the ‘norm’ now.  It will certainly be strange to have my body back to myself in January…  Flying solo!

I feel like the hormonal craziness is more under control, with only the occasional (weekly) outburst.  But maybe you should ask Scott about that as I think I may be a lot more balanced than I actually am…

The room is coming along nicely.  We are organizing the house, and looking into pediatricians.  Pre-reg for the hospital is taken care of.  And I even wrote a list of stuff to pack for the hospital.  All I really need to do now is carpet clean Wyatt’s room, and wash all his little clothes.  Awww…   Little clothes….

Actually, perspective is a strange thing.  A friend of mine recently gave birth to a beautiful little girl.  8 lbs 12 oz.  And when I looked at her photos on Facebook, my first thought was that babies look really small.  UNTIL you consider WHERE they come from.  Hmmm, not so small after all.  I was over 9 lbs when I was born.  But we don’t need to go there yet.

Looks like it is almost 10pm.  Way past my bedtime.  Time to bank some sleep!

Today I was called ‘the cutest pregnant woman I have ever seen’ by a complete stranger in a coffeeshop. Thanks, random stranger! I was feeling especially round and tired today, and that hit the spot!

When in random conversation with people, the question has shifted from “What do you do?” to “When are you due?”

It occurred to me today that I have two hearts in my body right now, both beating away.

Bizarre.