Tag: baby

Christmas Wish List

I’m linking up this week to my friend over at Green Vegan Living and sharing my 2011 Christmas wish list (because who doesn’t like having an excuse to “shop” around for fun stuff).

 

Bicycle Wind Trainer  from CycleOps.

So technically this is cheating I guess but since I’m hoping for a bicycle wind trainer, I also really want something Emma can be in while I’m exercising….hence the baby seat.

This Elephant Family Print from Pink Puppy Paper Co.

 

Anything from this company.

The book Plate to Pixel.

B.ella socks, made in the USA and so luxurious! (hoping to branch out and try new colors besides my favorite, black).

Handmade Produce Bags.

 

What’s on your wish list this year?

A window into preggo-land

Warning: I’m about to share the nitty-gritty, day-to-day happenings in my world. It ain’t all pretty. Just sayin’.

6am: Wake up to pee, even though I hate rising early. Crawl back into bed and curl around my body pillow. I seriously can’t live without that pillow these days.

7am: Shower…which is getting to be a tricky business since reaching below the knees has become a challenge. But yes, I can still touch my toes, in case you were wondering. (I hear this gets harder further down the road) Select something comfy to wear from my limited wardrobe. This is the part that sucks. I love my clothes…I want to fit back into them. Luckily fun earrings and bright lip gloss seem to dress up even the most mundane of outfits.

8am: Enjoy a scone and cafe au lait with my dear hubby and relish the feel of our little girl elbowing me. Today’s going to be a great day.

9am: Another day of work commences. I mostly manage to keep all my tasks straight…mostly.

3:30pm: Slip away for a cat nap because I’m experiencing bouts of blurred vision which make starring at a computer screen doubly difficult. (pun intended)

5pm: Nearly burst into tears in the produce aisle for no (apparent) reason. I manage to make it home before the torrential downpour is unleashed.Dear, sweet B brings out his guitar to serenade me, I keep bawling, Chief and LB join us and we make a funny family all sprawled out on our big bed.

6pm: We have an evening engagement at LB’s school where I manage to meet all of her teachers without any more tearful episodes.

8pm: Finish the evening off with a good book, a stack of fruit popsicles (no exaggeration) and there you have it, the comical adventures of a pregnant lady. Yes, I do usually fall asleep by 9:30. It’s exhausting work growing this little bean sprout. Something tells me my late nights out listening to music and sipping beer might be over for awhile.  Every day brings new delights and unexpected challenges. And we’re only in for more of the same in the coming months (and years).

One Hot Mama

Almost 6 Months Along…yes, that’s quite the “bump”

Looking stylish on my 28th birthday

Sweater: Birthday Gift, Motherhood. Black Tank Top: Target. Red Skirt: Target. Tights: Target. Black rainboots: from ShopAdorn

Now that I am pregnant, I’ve quit reading

I have hesitated to write this post for some time. And in my hesitation I have waited even longer, thinking perhaps that I needed to know why I was reluctant to hit “Publish” but recently I changed my mind and decided that sometimes it’s good to talk about things that you don’t have the answers to. So here goes.

I am not interested in reading any “how-to” or “help” book on parenting. There, I’ve said it.

At 16 weeks pregnant I know many of my friends were already well entrenched in at least half a dozen different manuals, books, websites, etc.–reading up on what’s going on inside, how to prepare for an infant, and how to raise a young child. But not me. In fact, I’ve gone so far as to even avoid bringing up the topic of parenting and childbirth in conversation with other adults. Am I being obstinate or self-righteous? Do I think I know it all? Am I foolish for not seeking the advice and wisdom of a marketplace of trained “experts”? Perhaps. But I don’t think so.

It’s sad to me that children can so easily divide us. Every parent has their tried-and-true method for just about any instance. Where to give birth. Plenty of opinions about that. Pain meds or no pain meds. Heard a few opinions about this. What about the topic of discipline? Spanking? Time out? Should a child be rocked to sleep? Should a child eat honey? What about meat? Oh and what about vaccines? The number of scenarios are endless and it makes my head spin just thinking about it. And boy are we passionate about our tried-and-true methods. This one works. That one doesn’t. When it comes down to it though, isn’t every child different? So won’t every parent have to adapt a little and doesn’t this mean that there really can’t be ONE way to raise ALL children? B and I joked the other day that we should join the chorus of voices and publish our own book on childbirth and early parenting. It wouldn’t cost much because it would be a pretty thin paperback. You’d open it up and it would say:

There is no one right way. It is different for every one and it will look different for every one.

(BTW, this quote works for our book on marriage as well. Publishing date TBD)

Mostly I made the conscious choice not to read a bunch of baby literature because my goal in this first pregnancy was to be as relaxed as possible. I want to savor each moment, before the birth and after. And by savor, I mean live those moments and not just fill my head with worries and conflicting advice. I know, I know…this is so counterintuitive for a literary buff who spends her time buried in books. Yet somehow when I even gaze down the aisle at the bookstore that is loaded with methodologies for parenting and such my whole body seems to tense and so, I turn and hustle over to the aisle with my beloved Jane Austen novels instead.

I will point out however, that this does not mean B and I haven’t discussed our views on childbirth and parenting. We’ve talked those subjects into the ground. We’ve rung out of them every ounce of juice possible. This activity I fully support and engage in because what can be more important than being on the same page as your spouse when it comes to such life-altering issues? The last thing I want is to discover as I go into labor that B is ridiculously uncomfortable with us giving birth to our first born in a tub in the kitchen or when our child acts out for the first time and I find that, unbeknownst to me, B was raised to handle the outburst one way and I was raised completely the opposite and now we’ve managed to confuse our poor misbehaving kid and still nothing has been resolved. No, I definitely appreciate the long talks we have been having.

I guess ultimately my philosophy of parenting at this present stage of life is that we will learn what works and what doesn’t, we will cherish our child and love them with everything we have. We will strive to keep open hearts and minds and realize that this is a tiny individual who is entirely unique and cannot be fit into a definition that some doctor, therapist, or family expert has written somewhere at some time without every meeting our child.

And yes, this probably means that we will break all the rules. I’m ok with that.