My due date is
Today I am
I'm not weighing myself anymore -- it's just easier on my mental state that way.
We are having a
Little by little we are getting ready for this baby.
The nursery is painted. The furniture is bought. And today we are going to Babies-R-Us to register.
Before we got pregnant the thought of even going in this store would have made me hyperventilate myself into a panic attack. All those baby things! All those pregnant women! All those babies! No way I would be able to handle it; after all, I used to lose all self control just from walking by the baby section at Target. But now... well, Babies-R-Us is just heaven on earth, isn't it? If pregnancy and motherhood are a secret club, then Babies-R-Us is the clubhouse. I just love going there, and not so much for the things they have but for the validation they provide. I belong there now; I'm not just some outsider longing for a way in.
Isolde is going to be sleeping in our room, at least for the first few months. We just figure it will be easier, what with needing to get up to feed her during the night and such. The thing is, though, that with the baby sleeping in our room we're going to have to kick the cats out. We don't want to, but we don't feel comfortable with their having access to her bassinet. They're very big and they like to cuddle, and I'm just having nightmare visions of my little girl suffocating under 25 pounds of friendly purring cats.
We're easing them into this by beginning with booting them of the bedroom during the day while we're at work. This is, of course, considered one of the most heinous forms of torture one can do to a cat. Or so it seems every morning, as they hide under the bed and we fish them out to be carried into the hall. Once the door is securely closed, the wailing begins. Oh, the bedroom is paradise! It is completely unreasonable for one not to be allowed in at all times. By the time I get home in the afternoon, things have calmed down considerably. They're usually both asleep in their favorite chairs, and I don't even get reproachful looks anymore. But by the next morning they've completely forgotten that being barred from the bedroom is really not that bad.
And of course, this is only the beginning. We're working up to the point where they'll be shut out during the evening as well. Eventually they won't be allowed in at all; no, not even to sleep with us at night. The first few nights are going to be rough, I know it. I can only hope that they adjust to the change before the baby arrives.