We bought a house in rural Michigan sight-unseen off the internet. My husband quit his job in California and we moved our kids across the country. Dogs. Goats. Chickens. Homeschooling. Crazy. I like my sacraments Catholic and my beer cold.
What better day to start a birth story than on my birthday? Which is, if you'll recall, also my Lizzy's birthday- you can read her birth story here if you're in a super duper birth story mood.
But unlike with my others, I don't really know where to start. Do I start when I first really knew it was really time? Do I start a week earlier when it could have, and perhaps should have, been time? Do I start by explaining what that even means?
I'm in that place. That place somewhere between giddy and delusional. One minute I'm rejoicing in the incredible miracle I just participated in and the next I'm bemoaning the fact that I can't vacuum the living room. See?
If y'all think that as I approach the arrival date of bambino numero cinco (multi-lingual blog post up in here. Wut wut!) that my posts are going to become more coherent and more meaningful, then Welcome! You must be new here! Have a beer. Drink a second for me.
So let's talk about spending just a little extra money this month even though eventually it's going to save us money. I swear!
I’m a thinker. Not “Hey, let me do your thinking for you because I’m just SO good at it” but “Hey, maybe if I just think super hard about all the facets of this situation and imagine all the possible outcomes, I can will it into working out the way I want it to.” Why yes, I do have control issues. Thanks for asking!
So here I am, 38.3 weeks pregnant with baby number five, and I am doing my most very best, as usual, to outfox God. If you’ve never tried it, don’t. It’s really exhausting. And it NEVER works. But for some reason I can’t help myself. Something about those control issues or whatever, probably…
Before I even start, I want to make sure it's REALLY clear that these are my favorite baby items and not items that babies need. Because I think we already established that all a baby really needs is food and snuggles. And all mama really needs are some infant sized diapers so she doesn't get (any more) poo and pee on her during said feeding and said snuggling. So are we good on the need vs. want thing?
I swear, and this is probably the hormones talking, but I am going to go berzerk if someone leaves a comment about how babies don't need these things. Fer serious, yo.