The pool and the girl

Today, as one daughter eagerly bopped away from us for an impromptu playdate after school, the other melted into a sad puddle of sobbing. For not being invited. For being left out. Again. It’s hard to have a very social older sister, especially when you are Laurel.

So I took the easy way out and asked if she’d like to go on a special date with me to go get ice cream.  Her dismal little head nodded, bangs flapping up and down, fingers in her mouth. The tears, at least, stopped. On the way to Brigham’s in Arlington right down the street from our house, I noticed that the hardware store had its summer wares out for display. I quickly detoured into the parking lot and led one very sad girl over to take a look at the pools. I did a quick glance at the prices and said, “Pick one out!” She did, and we paid the $14.23 and headed out.

Evil has a hose!

Evil has a hose!

Minutes later, Laurel and I are walking down the trail that runs from the hardware store to right in back of our house, as the new plastic pool wouldn’t fit into our van. Her smile was so bright that she lit up an otherwise rather cloudy day. She danced and jumped the entire way home, her eyes lighting up as she talked about all the things she planned to do this summer in her pool.

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When we got home, she wiggled into her bathing suit and begged me to fill her new pool. Even though the rain was coming down by then, she didn’t care.  She sat in that pool, under an umbrella and enjoyed herself, despite the deluge. After a few minutes, the sun peeked out.

It can keep on raining every day next week, as it has for the last two weeks. As the weather channel has predicted.

I’ll still find a way to bring some sunshine into my backyard.

Tits

Dear body,

I know, we’re getting all geared up for having a baby. But… we have 4 months to go. Is it REALLY necessary to add this much breast THIS early? These are the tits of porn. Isn’t this overkill? And let’s not forget what happens when the milk comes in. It’s just ONE baby!

You know you’re in trouble when your husband sees you naked and points and stares in fascinated confusion, and is only able to stammer out the words, “Baby! Your boobs!”

Are we really moving into size “G” territory here? For fuck’s sake.

No love,

me

Stuff

Scanning the baby aisles at Target is a real eye-opener for those studying baby culture in America. Oh the things we’re convinced we need to buy buy buy when adding a baby to the household!

When I was pregnant with my first,  I thought I’d need the crib with matching changing table, the beautifully decorated nursery with the John Lennon baby animal motif. I remember feeling frustrated because we couldn’t afford all those additional items I thought were needed to have a baby. And then I gave birth to a child who would not sleep in a crib, especially not one that lived in a separate room from her mother. The happy ending is that I learned quickly and reinvented myself and my perceptions of what motherhood really meant.

I became a sleep-sharing, baby-wearing, extended breastfeeding, very happy mom; and my child slept well, ate voraciously, and grew into this long-legged, smiling kid whose entering second grade next Fall.

When my second child came along less than two years later, the transition was a whole lot easier.

The first and only item I've bought so far for Rockstar P!

The first and only item I've bought so far for Rockstar P!

And 5.75 years later (oy!), we’ll be bringing a third baby into our household. Even though we sold/gave away all of our baby stuff (because we were, errrr, done having children. Ha ha!), I figure I can pick up the things we really DO need at little expense.  I’ll be getting lots of boy baby clothes from my best friend, Erica as well as from others in my community who will be passing down their used baby clothing. I’ve put a few things on an Amazon wish list (I have a link in the right column under “categories” if you’re curious), as there are some things I need to replace and would rather have new. Anything else  I need, I can probably find on Craig’s List, Ebay, through my town’s list serv, from friends, or from freecycle.com.

The single most used baby item in my life has been my sling. For me, it’s a necessary baby item. I used my first sling, an Over-the-Shoulder-Baby-Holder, all day long while at home and on every excursion with Kelsey for her first two years. And then, when my second child came along, I replaced it with a Maya Wrap, as I had worn the first sling down to a nub. I used this sling for at least the first three years of Laurel’s life. Not continuously, but it was an item of comfort for her and a way for me to be hands free when out and about with two kids. If you were to ask me for the most important thing to acquire for having a child, I would hands-down recommend getting a good sling. I still have my Maya Wrap, and it’s still in excellent condition. I’ll get more use out of it soon.

Separating the needs from the wants isn’t something the baby marketing industry is terribly keen on your doing. But we’re living in some somewhat lean times. If you’re like me, trying to make ends meet in a part of the country where the rents are high, there’s just less money to spend on STUFF. And, honestly, a lot of us are cognizant of what is going into our landfills. We don’t NEED all this stuff.

What do you really need for a new baby in your house?  You obviously need a way to transport the baby, a safe place for him to sleep, some VERY basic clothing and diapering supplies, health/baby care items, and formula/bottles if you aren’t breastfeeding. Those are the basics. The rest is dependent on your lifestyle and resources.

I wish someone had told me this 7.5 years ago.  I would have put money into starting a college fund instead of spending it on decorating and furnishing a nursery we never used .

20 weeks! And a naming contest!

Today marks the 20th week of my pregnancy. I am huge. And healthy. And hungry. I am in the process of making a human, for those of you who are new to my blog. I do this. I make humans. Gestating a human is not something I would recommend to those under a certain age or IQ level. Producing a human should be HARDER to do. Harder, at least, than getting your driver’s permit. It should require a test, too, at the least, don’t you think?

No need to adjust your settings. It's me.

No need to adjust your settings. It's just me.

Regardless, the gestating part is an amazing process that requires a versatile wardrobe and 40 weeks of vast amounts of freakishly weird and diverse foods. This week, I have grown out of two pairs of maternity pants, and two bras; and I’ve consumed more meat than I had all of last year, a jar and a half of sweet gherkins, a quart of grapefruit sorbet, 3 grapefruit, probably a pound of instant mashed potatoes, and three-fourths of a chocolate cake.

We’re obsessed with names right now. Or, at least *I* am obsessed. Allen has vetoed the following awesome names I came up with : Sky, Micah, Corbin, and Devon. He likes Owen. Aren’t my names SO much cooler? So, it looks like I need some help!

Send me more awesome names! The winner of the coolest baby boy names contest gets to, errr, name our baby! And we will publish YOUR name right here, on mothermirth. For all 20 of my readers to see! Think of the prestige, the honor….

The ultrasound: It’s a……

The ultrasound on Thursday went fine. But waiting 45 minutes in the waiting room with two tired, hungry, impatient kids who really want to see their sibling in utero’s private parts was a bit of a challenge.

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The tech got all the shots she needed to conclude that the baby is looking good and that everything looks normal. Every time she pointed out something that wasn’t genitalia, Laurel would pipe up “We wanna see its bum!” They really wanted to know if their sibling will be penis enabled or not.

When the time finally came, they both seemed excited at the news. Our little bean has testicles! Kelsey was ecstatic. She couldn’t wait to call her cousin to let him know.

Allen and I were totally in shock. We didn’t know we could MAKE boys! The odds were so against us! Now we’re going back to the drawing board with the whole names thing. It’s hard to come up with a cool boys name!

On the way home, the girls came up with some interesting names to call their little brother. Laurel’s wins the prize, though. We are now calling him “Rockstar P.”

Here are some ultrasound pics. If you can make out what the hell that first photo is, you get a prize. The bottom two are profile shots of his head. You can pretty much just say “Oh, yes, your baby has a head! Congratulations!” I swear, wouldn’t you think we could get one of those new ultrasound photos that actually look like something?

Say hello to Rockstar P. Oh, and if you have any cool names to recommend, send ‘em along! Although, I’m getting somewhat attached to the idea of calling him Rockstar!