Wow! It's been fifty days since I started this blog! Boy, it really doesn't feel like it was that long ago. Time certainly does fly!
Which is why I am currently desperately trying to do the myriad of things one needs to do to prepare for a baby before it hits Thanksgiving and I find myself dragging my contraction-ridden body across the floor, clutching a crumpled list in one hand and a laundry basket in the other and moaning "so much to do....so much to dooooo." I am lucky to be starting off from a pretty prepared point, since the nursery is already done and I already have most of the baby accessories one needs thanks to Julia. Still, it's amazing how many little things you have to get done before a baby arrives. I have just finished washing all of her clothes and linens in special baby soap and organizing them into the drawers of her little dresser. Already I find myself struggling with too much stuff and too little space. I mean, baby blankets alone take up two drawers! Still, I am thoroughly enjoying the experience of once again getting out the little bitty onesies and teeny tiny little socks (Oh, to nibble on those little baby piggies again!). I really thought when I put them away that I was done with baby clothes for good. It is a deeply satisfying experience to anticipate another sweet little one wearing each adorable outfit. And they're the pink ones! I'm getting out the pink ones again! I mean, I love my boys with all of my heart, but I have to say there is just nothing like little girl outfits. This is why women in the olden days used to dress their baby boys in ruffly white dresses, too. Try to get away with that today, though, and you'll get a vastly different reaction. Probably something about having "issues." I do think I will need a few new little outfits, though. I mean, every little girl needs a few individual pieces in her wardrobe! And then there's the all-important coming home from the hospital outfit. She has to have something special for that!
Today I am going to visit my Grandmother, or Ella-The-Great as my boys call her. I know you all think you have wonderful grandmas, but my grandma is THE grandma. She is pure grandma, through and through. She simply exudes grandmaism. She even smells like a grandma, with that sweet, somewhat baby powder scent that transports you back to a time when you felt completely safe and loved. You have never met a sweeter woman in your life. She's over 90 now, but she's still going strong, and I pray that my girls get to experience a relationship with her like my boys have.
So, I have to cut this blog a little short so we can get going. Perhaps I'll write a little more later. But only if you're really lucky!
