11 days til DD...
C'mon, it can't be comfy all squished in there anymore baby girl...we can't wait to meet you. May you be ontime or early just like your Dad and I are for brunch every weekend!
11 days til DD...
“Do not bring people in your life who weigh you down. And trust your instincts … good relationships feel good. They feel right. They don’t hurt. They’re not painful. That’s not just with somebody you want to marry, but it’s with the friends that you choose. It’s with the people you surround yourselves with.”
— Michelle Obama (via luciwithani via haygirlhay)
I remember when this sentiment really sunk in for me. Life was lighter and I felt free.
I've spent the past few days doing random city things. Errands in downtown neighborhoods just because I can. Solo lunches at various holes in the wall, tucked away east and west village spots(black iron burger, cafe angelique). Doctors appointments for things that could wait (random right ear popping? sure ill see an ENT.) Im checking off some me-time and everything feels very ominous these days. Christmas even feels like a secondary thing right now as the baby will absolutely be here before the 25th (ill be induced by the 23rd if she stays snug in there...). I think things like "if she comes on my due date at least the cleaning lady will be by one more time..." Or "how awkward/what a good story will it be if my water breaks on the subway..."
I'm nervous for:
*cold & flu season
I'm can't sit still excited for:
*seeing her face for the first time
*lee holding her
*being able to bend over and pick anything off the floor
*sticking her in a stocking for a photo (!!!)
Every hour now seems like we are just biding time. Groundhog Day a bit.
Back to my soup...and people watching...and strangers smiling at my belly:)
"Did you post about me being your Christmas mule and carrying the tree back to the apartment yet?"
Oh New York...you make the process of procuring a Christmas tree almost too easy. 1 block up Columbus, and 8min later we were back in our apartment with the most perfect frasier fir. (for an atrocious $70, but hey, we pay for around the corner convenience in this town amiright?)
You..."are alternating between crazy excitement about finally meeting your baby and crazy panic about oh my God, you’re finally going to meet your baby and they’re going to expect that you take it home and like, keep it alive and stuff." -AlphaMom.com, Week 38.
Yep. That's about right!
I could set my watch from the crazy evening ritual this baby girl has of flipping and a flopping in my belly. It's more like butt/elbow/feet/hands dragging these days and from the time the clock strikes 10:15pm til about midnight, sister is on a ROLL. I've read that their awake time once alive in this work will mirror that of when they are in utero...I wonder if that will be the case! Either way, she seriously prefers this nightly PM exercise and hiccup session and it must tucker her out enough to the point where the next jab I feel is a swift kick to the bladder around 430am these days. I can't help but wonder that first full day with her if she'll be this squirmy worm at the same time of day!
Ps: I can't even stand how cute her go-home from the hospital outfit is. Just wait, you will melt;)
Hospital bag 100% packed (see bottom corner of pic) and I'm off to the Big City Moms "Biggest Baby Shower" expo to pick up some killer swag and our diaper pail. OB appt today confirmed that baby girl is head down, locked and loaded. After having a DAY yesterday (moody, frustrations about video monitor, overall done being preggo), today has been great. Feeling good after seeing her sweet face on the ultrasound:)
I've looked back on the past 8 months of blog posts and wondered if I've done enough to document these days before our daughter arrives. Will she know how her mama felt along each step of the way as she was grew from that teeny appleseed to the (now) watermelon? Can she see that her Dad & I have enjoyed so much these final moments as a duo, experiencing and enjoying our daily life in Manhattan but also anxiously awaiting her arrival? We've lived life as it feels right: weekdays of routine & preparation, homecooked meals. exploring new restaurants, brunches with our bests, indulgent & lazy saturdays, and endless conversing about who this offspring of ours will become(what will make & break her heart, what talents she may have, what will make her want to change her world.). I found myself wanting to sit down to write on numerous occasions but choose a walk through the park to let those daydreaming moments play out in nature vs on the computer typing away. I cling sometimes to these fleeting pregnant symptoms that both plague and enliven me---the extra weight of her growing body creating huffs & puffs at even the simplest task like getting up off the couch (it makes me roll my eyes at myself, just get UP Sarah) or the tickling of little feet to my side as I drift to sleep at night (I couldn't love those tiny toes more!)
I can't wrap my head around how much life is going to change but I do know that we are as ready as we will ever be...
Lee and his colleagues have decided to wager a lofty bet of sorts. With the honor system in place (which I think is quite trustworthy), 15 guys each pitched in $100/each. Each day, they have to do 100 push-ups. Last man standing wins the pot. Some of them are even paying their friends to remind them! I wonder how long this will last....ha!
And of course, baby central round these parts. I think I've figured out this babybjorn but not quite sure...while father to be gets this apparently miracle contraption(aka the little lamb swing) put together. Next up, mount mobile & monitor. I must say, do we really need a monitor in our tiny abode? We shall see, literally;)
Sarah: one part of a family of THREE with my husband Lee and sweet girl Morgan, simply wanting to chronicle the path I'm on and the path that will come to be. For now it's NYC urban mamaville where everyday is a new adventure! (Actually, just getting to the post office is an adventure.)
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