A Room For Bean

Crib & Dresser

Bedding ("Cotton Tail & Friends")

Crib

Okay, so we still have more work to do. I'm thinking of putting something right above the crib. Originally, I was thinking a mural, but can't find one small enough...maybe the babys name... And I still have to find something to hang over the dresser...any ideas? And then Dad and Elizabeth are coming into town in a few weeks to help us build built-ins around the window...AND i have to make a slipcover for the rocker...so I will have updates, but we're getting close. Bad news is the baby is getting close too...but i'm sure we'll make it;)

Baby Land

SO excited! The babys furniture finally got delivered yesterday. And it all looks perfect!! I will post pictures once the hubby gets home (he always steals the camera on his business trips..plus, he hangs pictures a LOT better than myself!). So stay tuned!

People have their opinions

Just a short rant. I, for the most part, love that everyone has an opinion about every part of this pregnancy. Everything from "oh, you're so emotional and big...you're going to deliver early" to "oh, you're having heartburn, your baby will have loads of hair". Most of these comments I laugh or think about for a second and then push aside same as you would a comment about the weather.

But, I am about to scream!Jamie and I have decided to do cloth diapers. Yes, cloth diapers. No, we're not hippies, no, we're not underestimating the facts of parenthood. But yes, I have done a lot of research and to be honest the fact that MY diapers are probably still fully intact in some landfill really bothers me. So, I'm doing my part...because honestly, I'm hoping this will offset my horrible memory to grab my cloth grocery bags EVERY time i go to the grocery store.

I'm sure every parent makes at least one decision that not EVERYONE thinks they will stick with...so this is mine. Let me have it, and stop picking on me for it. Espically, when there are more than one nay-sayers and I'm trying super hard to just be polite and thus not be able to stand up for my decision.

Okay, obviously, everyone who reads this post are NOT the ones that I'm talking about. For the most part, it's random people or people who don't know me that well..but how have you guys handled the "nay-sayers" of parenthood without being too rude yourself?

Baby Birthing Class

So, since we've begun expecting Jamie and I have become avid learners. I have what I refer to as the "baby library" stacked up ontop of my nightstand and will read basically whatever I can. Even Jamie has indulged in a book or two. But a week ago we began the "baby birthing class". We meet with our instructor and probably 6 other couples and learn the ins and outs of how to have a baby.I figured that after all the books that I had read I was going in pretty well prepared...definetly ready to become teachers pet! However, it appears that not all the reading in the world can prepare you for an actual birth...case and point:

Yesterdays class we began with a little excersise; Liz, the teacher, handed out "uteri" (also known as a deflated balloon) with a "baby" (also known as a ping pong ball) inside the uterus. She instructed everyone to blow up their balloon and instead of tying off the mouth bit to instead turn the balloon so the mouth bit is at the bottom and allow the "baby" to plug the hole. Then in an effort to explain how contractions work she started to squeeze the top of the "uterus" so that slowly but surely the "baby" started to move through the "cervix" (also known as the mouth bit of the balloon). One by one my classmates "babies" were born (literally bouncing across the room). Eventually, Jamie had his "baby" at which point I tried to take avantage of this situation and hand off the delivery of my "baby" (something that I won't get the privledge of doing come March). Both he and the instructor insisted that I continue...even though at this point I was the last laboring balloon left. Everyone was watching (no pressure) at which point i mentioned that I was nervous of popping my ballon. Liz insisited that never had she had a ruptured uterus, but that just like in real labor my fear was holding me back. At which point I set aside my fear and pushed on...literally.

One HUGE push....only one more and i was sure that my baby was going to be born...BAM!!!

Apparently, not only did I reputure my uterus but it was then pointed out by Liz that sometimes we do need assistance in birth..all i could do was sheepishly look at my husband and say, well, I hope you're happy with one kid. Oh well for being teachers pet...guess I better go get a new book..something on how to push without popping your uterus..any ideas?