My Family

Trial Run

Tonight Alex will be sleeping at my sister’s house.

His first time sleeping away from home, not in his own bed. He will probably sleep better than I will. Not that I worry about him in my sister’s care – it’s got nothing to do with that. I’m just so accustomed to him being here that it’s going to be very strange while he’s there.

We’re doing this just so he has the experience of sleeping somewhere else before the baby arrives. There will be enough strangeness in his world once the baby shows up – I wanted him to at least have slept over at Meredith’s one time before we drop him there on the way to the hospital next month.

So I’ve packed up his playpen – which he doesn’t really use anymore – that will serve as his crib at my sister’s house…his hich chair/booster seat thing…bibs, bowl, sippy cup…toothbrush and toothpaste…two sets of pajamas and two changes of clothes…some of his favorite books, some balls (of course) and once he wakes up from his nap I’ll get his blanket and some stuffed animals.

(I just heard some sort of crash upstairs…and I’m trying to figure out what he might have done – from the confines of his crib – to make that sound…I don’t hear him talking or crying or anything…hmmmmm.

Maybe it was the cat doing something destructive in a different room up there…)

Oh, and I’m about 3 1/2 weeks from my due date now…it’s going faster and faster. My other project for this weekend is to get my stuff ready to go for the hospital trip. I have a list…in the other room…you’d think I’d remember most of it, since Alex is less than 2 years old, but I don’t. I don’t remember much of anything, to tell you the truth. I am half asleep on some level most of the time. I could nod off now, truly, if I stopped typing.

(I hear more noise from upstairs…I think he’s flinging his stuffed animals from the crib. When he runs out of victims, he will summon me.)

Some friends at work threw a shower for me this past Tuesday. So much pink! And over-cautious me refuses to cut tags off of anything or wash them until the baby is born and it’s definitely a girl. I hope it’s a girl – the thought of traipsing all over the place to exchange all the pink stuff for blue doesn’t appeal to me right now.

(Alex is saying “bye bye” to all the stuffed animals that he threw out of his crib. He sounds genuinely sorry for what he’s done to them…)

I have thank you cards to write tomorrow…

I haven’t been typing much – my hands can’t take it. Even now, my left thumb is numb and the fingers on that hand are starting to tag along.

I’m in the bloated tick phase of pregnancy. Everything I wear is too tight or hot or itchy or pointy or something. (I know, would I like some cheese with this whine? Too bad…this is where I am right now.)

I sleep sitting up, propped up by 5 pillows arranged just so behind me…my hands and wrists cinched in by the wrist braces I wear to ward off the evil carpal tunnel torture that attacks at night. The braces don’t work, really. I still wake up around 2 in the morning with my hands feeling hot and swollen and numb and tingling and on fire. Oh – and to ward off some of the swelling in my Flintstone feet, I have taken to stacking folded bath towels and propping my legs up on them…I get everything positioned just so – and promptly have to roll back out of bed because the baby is jumping on my bladder. Again. I go through this about 3 or 4 times a night.

And no – don’t even tell me it’s practice for after the baby comes. It’s not the same at all. Not at all.

What else…oh, that’s about it for now. Alex is awake and sounding cute – I need to waddle up the stairs and see what he’s up to.

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