It’s a long weekend in Chile and my husband and I came to visit his family. I’m still getting over my cold and I’m not sure if it’s normal pregnancy stuff or anemia related, but I’ve been feeling sleepier than usual. At any rate, I’ve been in bed all morning watching TV.
Most of the TV shows from the States are at least a couple of seasons old and sometimes it’s hard to find a good one that hasn’t been dubbed. Side note: nothing bugs me more than dubbing, especially if you can still hear the English track lightly in the background. Annoying!
This morning we were watching the Friends episode where Monica throws Rachel a baby shower and as she begins to open the presents she realizes that she has absolutely no idea what to do with the baby once it arrives, mostly because she is clueless as to what the items are. Of course, my husband says he’s fine (hence, we are fine) because he is the oldest of many brothers, sisters and cousins, so he knows all about testing the bath water with your elbow, burping the baby, and everything else in between, or so he claims.
I don’t! Why the elbow? What if I used my big toe? WHAT COULD HAPPEN?! Oh. God. I have no idea what to do with the baby once she arrives. I’ve been keeping up with my baby book and baby app and I’ve been watching her transform from a sweet potato-sized wiggler to a plump mango, but I never thought of reading ahead or investing in a real baby BABY book. That would have required planning and I’ve been sort of winging this.
Someday my daughter is going to be sitting on a lounge chair saying that to her therapist, “See, I wouldn’t be here, but my mom sort of winged it through my childhood.” GAH!
I feel like Rachel when she tries to sell Ross the idea that her mom is going to move in with them for eight weeks to help her care for the baby.
My only question is, why ONLY eight weeks!?! Can it be, like, eight years?
What have I gotten myself into, people?
Hahaha, awwwwwwwwww. I don’t mean to laugh but, don’t worry, hunni. I’m pretty sure most new parents haven’t got a friggin’ clue what to do once the baby’s born. If they did, well, that would be a bit weird. I think the game you’re going to be playing is called ‘Keep the Baby Safe’ and I’m pretty sure you’re not ridiculous enough to leave it unfed or near a fire. You’ll be fine.
It’s funny because it’s me. Wait until you go through it
Sara, I just know you will do fine. Don’t sweat it! If you ever have questions, I am sure there are tons of women around to give you good advice (ask Luis’ mom or your mom questions as they come about). Most people learn from experience and it will be a good learning experience for you. Just learn the basics and enjoy the time because it goes by fast and they grow up really fast!
Besides, when baby #2 comes around you will be an expert…… J/K, no rush, you’ll be a great momma!!!
Oh jeez. I think this is going to be baby #1 and only, but thanks for the vote of confidence:)
LOL. Your instincts will totally kick in. Also, I have faith in your husband especially since he is the oldest of many siblings.
What if I question my instincts? I have a bad habit of doing that? See! This is what I’m talking about!
I think almost every expecting mother feels the same way at some point in time. Babies don’t come with instruction manuals so you learn along the way. Fortunately/unfortunately, you’ll get a TON of un-asked for advice to help you out!
I think once there is a baby that you must take care of you’ll stop questioning your instincts and just follow them.
But what do I know?
(that whole thing about not jostling babies is the hardest because THEY LOVE BEING BOUNED. What’s that about babies?)
Er…bounced.
I have to say your missing letter made me giggle.
Don’t worry about it, it’ll all come naturally I swear! I was definitely unprepared but you just cross the bridge when you get to it. No point in worrying about it now. Enjoy your last few months of pregnancy..oh and freedom
Thanks! That means a lot coming from someone who has been there:)