for the record
The baby countdown is now at 10 weeks. It feels so near and yet so far.
I have been assuming that Henry will stay with my parents while the new baby is being born. Jason and I finally talked about it last night and he is less convinced. He brought up the point that it will be strange for Henry to come home to a baby and not know how it got here 9 (although he knows as much about this new baby sister as I could expect a 2.5 year old to). I still think 2.5-3 is too young and that it would be hard for all of us (himself for the most part) to have him here during the labor and birth. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to bend on this one.
Up until recently Henry just yelled and repeated himself when he wanted something. Such as, “go outside. Go outside. Go outside” ad infinitum. Now he WANTS and NEEDS things. Such as this evening when he NEEDED my nail file. “I need it. I need it. I need it” ad infinitum. (I do know how fucked up that punctuation is but I can’t be bothered at the moment. How’s that for lazy.) A somewhat subtle difference but I am so happy to have him talking in real sentences with pronouns that I can forgive the repetition for now. In that vein, he was hiding between pillows on our bed the other day and I said something about how he was hiding. He poked his head out and said, “yep. I’m hider man.”
A few days ago while walking down the street, a woman said. “oooooohhh. You’re so big. You’re having a big baby.” I said, “I hope not” and kept walking.
It’s 8:00pm and I am seriously considering getting myself off to bed shortly. It has just been that kind of day.