Who knew that preparing a baby room would be SUCH HARD WORK? Dang! For such a tiny tot, we sure need a whole bunch of stuff! Goodness - we have a pram, a feeding chair, two carseats (one big, one small), a cot(t) which needs assembling (that’s a whole other story – one which totally requires a post of it’s own, and a healthy dose of a good sense of humour on my hubby’s part. And my own. Which means that I’ll have to save it for a day in the far future, when we’ve gotten over our sense-of-humour failure. Which is about all I want to say about that. For now. Hehe! Oh boy, I am so DYING to tell you guys about that. But alas, I just love my hubby too much. Where was I? Oh yes…), a campcot(t), storage baskets, toyboxes, a rocking chair, side table for lamp and goodies, breast pump, walky-talky-thingy, countless blankets, cot(t) bumpers, changing mats, quilts, pillows, a baby-backpack for carrying her around in when we go walking on the farm, another baby-backpack sling-thingy for when I’m carrying her around at home, woolly hats, mittens, socks, slippers, boots, thermometers, bottle sterilizers, bunches of fleecy blankets, sheets, “receiving blankets” (and can somebody please explain to me what a “receiving blanket” is and why it’s not just a blanket? Is there something special I will be doing with it, other than wrapping it around little Jesse-Lee?) mosquito nets, gauze-bath-thingy, spit cloths, mobiles, machine-washable teddy bears, diapers and three quizzy cats patrolling in-between everything while we’re trying to sort things out.
And this morning Robin and I realized that we need to pack a hospital bag for little Jesse-Lee, and one for each of us, just in case they phone us to let us know that Lindsay’s gone into labour… OK, so there is still time, but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, right?
Just call me McGuyver. Or Hannibal. Not of Hannibal The Cannibal origins. You know, the old guy in the A-Team? Gawsh, see? Now I’ve just given away my age!
I wonder if Jesse-Lee will call me Granny?
Oh my word! We’re getting a baby! How awesome is that? I forget every now and again. And then I just need to take one look into the spare bedroom and see all the piles of stuff standing in a corner while my very sexy and gorgeous and clever hubby is building cupboards for the room, and I remember. Yay! I’m going to be a mommy! Please excuse me while I go and do some booty shaking.
