My calendar says I've only got 15 days until I will be holding a newborn in my arms. Am I physically ready? Check.
Getting ready for a newborn is quite possibly one of the most exciting times in a woman's life. Washing itty bitty onesies in
Dreft, buying newborn diapers, pulling out the
My Brest Friend,
Boppy, and burp clothes, and attaching the crib bumper have got me all worked up to bring baby home. On my last Walgreen's run, I stocked up on newborn goodies — nursing pads, maxi pads, lip balm, and a tube of
Lansinoh to help cure "cracked and sore nipples."
Just as soon as my hospital bags were packed, I found myself a cozy pair of pajama bottoms that happen to be quite easy on the eyes, too. Instead of scurrying down the hospital corridors in beat up flannel pants with balled up fuzz dangling on them, I'll be sashaying with my new bebé in festive cotton pantaloons by Lilka ($48).
Each pair is crafted with a whimsical print — peacocks, doves, florals and parasols adorn the wide legged pants.
Call me vain, but this week I decided to pamper myself with a bikini wax, haircut, and a mani pedi. I did it mostly for delivery room hygiene, but I also indulged because who knows when I will be able to afford such luxuries again. I'll soon have two children at home.
A regular at the nonstress test clinic, the staff and I have become rather familiar with each other. Yesterday, however, I met a new clinician in training. Nice as could be, she was clearly not as experienced as the other ladies.
Friends keep asking if my daughter knows that she is getting a sibling. My answer to that is, "Sort of." She can nod her head when asked if there's a baby growing in mommy's tummy, but I don't think she understands that life is actually developing.
I am still debating going to a Halloween party tonight. If I go, I surely must dress up my bump for the occasion. Check out my slideshow and tell me which garb I should don should I head out for the spooktacular night!
On top of regular exams and doctor's appointments I have scheduled, I made it a point to get my flu shot last week to help prevent my unborn child and I from getting knocked out with the nasty illness. Before she gave it to me, my OB/GYN also told me that I will need a
Dtap (diphtheria, tetanus, and pertussis) vaccine soon after my delivery.
Although children are often vaccinated with the Dtap vaccine at two, four and six months of age, the shots may not take effect until the child has received one or two of them.
If you've ever been pregnant, then you're probably all too familiar with the unsolicited remarks that strangers and friends feel compelled to share with you. Until recently, random people on the street were the biggest offenders. One Starbucks barista was brazen enough to ask if I was just carrying one child.
If you've been keeping up with my
babysugar Diaries, you'll know that I'm having to go in for weekly non-stress tests to monitor my amniotic fluid levels. During my last exam, my nurse became concerned by the frequency and strength of the contractions I was having. For obvious reasons, I have started to prepare myself for a possible earlier due date.
