Tag: aveline alenka
how do you answer the question, ‘are you ready for the baby?’
it’s a quiet day here. it’s been gray outside all day, but gray in a lovely, sleepy, peaceful way. lisa hannigan and damien rice softly sing in the background while the dog sleeps, the Christmas tree lights twinkle, and the votive candles silently flicker.
at the request of generous friends who’ve offered to make me meals after baby is born, i’ve been working for hours on an exhaustive list of allergy-safe foods. you know, those strange ingredients which are free of corn, dairy, and wheat/gluten. they DO exist. they’re just elusive. i’ll post the list here, in PDF form, after i’ve finished compiling it.
speaking of baby, she’s due four-and-a-half weeks from now. eeee! obviously, i know she could be earlier or later than that, but it was quite a reality check when my doctor informed me this week that baby has already dropped. and how do you answer the question, “are you ready for the baby?” i mean, the crib is set up. the changing table is stocked with diapers. the clothes are washed and folded. my tummy is more than ready to stop stretching. the freezer meals…ok, the freezer meals aren’t made. and the hospital bag is not packed.
but how do you answer that question? are we ready for the baby? everything, and nothing, prepares us for this moment. we are altogether entirely ready and entirely unprepared. we are entering the unknown for which we’ve longed and prayed. we do not know what faces us, and yet, we run madly into this moment. we run madly, with eyes open and with eyes closed, with open arms and with overflowing joyful hearts.
and hope shines on, every brightly.
beyond baby pastels: assembling the lime green IKEA Somnat crib
i blogged previously about the fabulous lime green IKEA Somnat crib we’d picked out for our baby. last night, we assembled it! (and by we, i mean, my wonderful artist-husband.) yes, i know it’s still a little over seven weeks until baby is supposed to show her precious face, but things are already starting to get busy with thanksgiving, christmas, and new years plans. and our little kumquat is due just 10 days into the new year! so, husband got out his trusty cordless drill (who doesn’t like an excuse to use to use a power tool?) and assembled away. of course, this was after we’d measured everything in the room, plotted out the dimensions on a photoshop grid, and did some virtual rearranging to figure out how to actually fit the crib into our room.
isn’t it lovely? i can’t stop looking at it!
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tonight has been a little sleepy. i’m tired. it’s a natural part of being in the third trimester, i know, but i sure wish i had more energy. oh well, ‘they’ tell me i will only get more and more tired as time goes on, with a tiny baby paying no attention to the difference between night and day. my dear mother, though, was so encouraging today when we were talking on the phone. she told me how the late night feedings were actually quiet and peaceful, and not chaotic at all.
i can’t wait to experience the wonder of holding out little girl in my arms, and actually seeing her precious face. i thank God every day for this amazing miracle. just 9 more weeks now until my due date.
bebe! sneak preview images…full post coming soon!
what a lovely saturday this was. =)
of cedarwood, acorns, and being 30 weeks
it smells sweetly of cedarwood inside these walls, cedarwood intermingled with the invigorating scents of eucalyptus and tea tree oil. such is the unintended result of a having discovered a few jumpy fleas on the little dog. it was doggie spa, last night, with freshly laundered dog beds and toys and blankets, and a long soapy doggie scrubdown in the tub. he’s a pile of fluffiness today, a little walking diffuser of cedarwood oil.
outside, there are various engine rumbles and engine stalls, alternating between a sputtering and a roar without any sort of pattern or rythmn. little dog reacts with a muffled cross between a bark and a sigh. the oak trees stubbornly cling to their leaves, hesitant to drop even one aged and crumbling leaf. the acorns, on the other hand, eagerly leap down, one after another, until the patio rings with their staccato descent to freedom.
the sample ballot lies open beside me. tiny little ovals ask for my yes or no, and i get lost in the pros and cons.
inside my womb, our little girl stretches and turns and kicks. she pushes up against my hand resting across my stomach, as if to say hello. i smile. it’s hard to believe it has already been 30 weeks. only 10 weeks to go.
i can’t wait to meet you, little girl!!
what’s better than tiny little shoes?
crocheted vintage sweater dress for baby [and weekly photo roundup]
i was recently given a bunch of yarn scraps which originally belonged to my husband’s great-grandma. during her life, she crocheted countless items for my husband and his siblings, so i wanted to make something for our baby — who would have been her first great great grandchild — out of these bits of yarn.
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also, a few photographic snapshots from around the house this week:
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