Ok, we're getting down to the last 4 (give or take a few) weeks. And being 8 months pregnant in August sucks. You may all lavish me with your pity now. Needless to say, I'm very much looking forward to this birth or maybe just winter or maybe just my daily rootbeer float. Regardless, parenthood is fast approaching. We're feeling pretty good about the necessities. We can bring The Kid home (thanks to a thumbs up by the CHP), feed him (moo), and put him to bed at any of one of three locations in our place (how did that happen? we only have three rooms, for goodness sake - hopefully this isn't a common theme in our preparedness). We still have to get diapers and wash all the clothes and sheets but I think we are officially done with that gosh awful baby box store for hopefully a long time. Just after one more return trip...wonder if I can get Aaron to do that by himself (again)? After that, if I can't get it on the internet, The Kid doesn't need it.
And we are finally somewhat converging on a name. (Sorry, I'm not going to say what it is). Aaron and I had a really hard time with this. When The Kid's gender was up in the air, we came up with all these wonderful girl's names that we both liked. But when it came to boy's names - we just couldn't agree on anything. Mainly because nothing suited me. I read that having a hard time with boys names is pretty common. We did agree to stay away from the Top 25 names. And of the one or two names I really liked, Aaron vetoed. Darn the messy childhood neighbors! Meanwhile, the names Aaron liked were too geeky and continually tested my Star Wars knowledge. He tried to slip Lando by me once.
But again, I think we're getting there, although I keep having doubts. I think we need to do a yell test with this name - i.e. if The Kid is playing at the park and it is time to go - how will we feel shouting "The Kid" across the playground? Will all the parents turn to us, and think "who would be crazy enough to name their child that?" or "what a cool name!" That's me and my "what do other people think" obsession. I'm also worried about jobs and careers stuff right now so I keep imagining how this name is going to look on his resume. But most importantly, how will it sound when Aaron is playing legos with The Kid and says, "you know, Kid, Legos were so much better when I was your age"?
I feel pity for you being pregnant in August. Poor Shanna. Make Aaron rub your feet.
Here's to hoping for early (but not premature) broken bags of water!
I hope Aaron's delivering large glasses of iced lemonade to you on a frequent basis!
Love, Anna
PS Can't wait to meet Bubba, and hear what his Official Name is!
PPS Ditto to Sara's comment--Aaron, her feet are sore and tired, and that big parasite inside (sorry Bubba) is half yours! Rub them feet...
For the record, Shanna doesn't let me anywhere near her feet.
Cool.
Anna