I have been really nervous about the upcoming birth of Amanda. Not because I am worried about having 2 children or because I don't feel equipped to care for her, but I guess because I am so used to all of the bad stuff that it's hard to accept the good. I got her nursery ready but have not put together the cradle (for our room), opened the monitors, gotten out the stroller or opened any of the bottles, outfits, pacifiers, toys, sheets, blankets, etc...for fear that somehow I will "jinx" myself. Adam suggested we assemble the cradle and stroller this weekend as well as test out the video baby monitor (yes I am THAT crazy) and install the car seat. Reluctantly I have agreed. Again, I am not reluctant because I don't want her, but quite the opposite. I want her so badly that it seems too good to be real.
At my doctor's appointment today, she reminded me that next week would be my last visit. I will fill out all of my paperwork and do all of my initial blood work next week. 3 days later, I go in for surgery. It almost seemed real! I decided that I better start getting myself ready...really ready.
Until today, I had 4 bottles for baby A. Only 4! I also had about 4 pacifiers and if you have a baby that uses pacifiers or "bops" as we call them...you know that 4 can last no more than a day or two without getting lost. We had some diapers because of the lovely diaper shower my sister gave me, but I figured more is always better than less and of course, formula. So...I took a leap and went to Babies R Us. I stocked up on:
I guess what I am saying is that I let myself get excited. And in saying that, I ask for your prayers for Amanda. I ask that you pray that she be born healthy and that their are no complications. I would appreciate it and I know baby A will too!
On another note, I can't remember if I've mentioned that Andy (our cat) has been biting me for the last 9 months. He doesn't bite anyone else, but when it comes to me...he is like a vampire. Today he has tried to bite me 2 times for no reason. Last night he drew blood from my ankle. I am starting to think that he is from Pet Cemetery or maybe he just belongs there! (Oops! That wasn't nice of me to say!)
One last request...I read a blog regularly called Jenna's Journey. (I still can't add links for some reason or I would link it here!) Jenna was induced on Monday and had a beautiful baby boy. He has pulmonary hypertension and has been in 3 hospitals now. She is trying to recover from a c-section after only 24 hours in the hospital and is traveling all over Arkansas to be with her son. Please pray for her, her family, and her son, Brayden. You can visit her blog from the links on my blog to read the whole story.
The cat is now in the entry way of our house howling. It almost sounds like a baby crying or voices of some sort. I really don't know what his problem is. What a jerk!