What a weekend!!!
I think Chris and I were in denial or...just ignorant...to all of the baby stuff we've got to get done in a relatively quick time span.
Friday night, we looked and looked and looked through nursery inspiration ideas so that we could have an idea on what to register for, what to build, and what to just buy ourselves. To really get an idea of how we wanted the nursery to flow, and what we want for the nursery, we drew up our nursery in visio (it's sort of like auto-cad for you engineering folks, and for you non engineering folks, it draws out our room in dimensions and lets us add furniture wherever so we can get a feel for how the room is going to flow.). We're dorks, but hey, that's what works for us. We felt pretty confident about the layout we've selected and the furniture we think we need for the nursery. Check. Done.
I emailed a bunch of my girlfriends last week and asked for their suggestions on what to register for. Of course, only a handful of them suggested the same brands...or some said something was over-rated, and some said it was an absolute. Oiy.
We attempted to start registering Friday night. Holy cow. We are entirely too analytical for this. While I was drawing up DIY ideas for the nursery, Chris attempted to pick out a car seat. Ha. Hahahahhaha. There's only a million different types and brands to choose from, and although we think we know what type we want, figuring out which brand is a wee bit more challenging. Chris almost lost his marbles.
At this point, I told him we needed to put it all up for the night, take a shower, and head to bed. It was close to 10 p.m.. So, I did just that. Chris was determined to start SOMETHING on the registry, so he started going through the emails that my friends have sent over. Not a good idea!!
He came into the bathroom, hands all flailing all up and said "how the heck are we supposed to just KNOW all of this stuff?!? And what the heck do they wear when they outgrow a onesies? How come no one told us to register for any twosies?! If they only wear onesies to start off with, don't we need to register for twosies for when they grow?!?!"
Hahahahahaha. So not nice, but I could not stop laughing. We're really starting with ground zero here people. I completely forgot that the first baby Chris held was Shyanne. We've got our work cut out for us!
A few minutes later, Chris came back in ... arms flailing ... and said "Are we REALLY having a girl?! Do you KNOW how much WEDDINGS COST?!?!" Yep, it's finally sinking in...we're on the baby train, and there's no turning back now!!
Saturday, we gave up on the registering idea and just went straight into emptying out the junk room so that we can get started on the nursery. Well, I emptied it out mostly, Chris worked. After he was done working, he came and did the big stuff. We spackled the holes in the room Saturday night, and felt pretty good by the time we went to bed Saturday on the progress we had made.
Sunday, Chris sanded and spackled the room more. It just needs one more good sanding before we can begin priming. We had hoped to get that done on Sunday, but we couldn't because...
...we went and toured the maternity floor of the hospital. The rooms are HUGE, which is great for all you friends and family that are going to want to come see the baby while we're in the hospital. We're there for 48 hours after delivery if it's a normal delivery, and 72-96 hours for a c-section. The rooms are definitely comfortable, and they have some great policies in place that we both really liked. The baby stays in the room the ENTIRE time with you. There's no nursery that they all go to sleep in, but they will take the baby away for a few hours if you would like them to. I think it's a great way for us to get our billion questions that we don't know yet answered, and to get somewhat accustomed and acclimated before heading home with our little alien. It is also great for security reasons...our baby will never be out of our sight.
I order food from a menu and the cafeteria is open from 6 a.m. till 3 a.m., so almost 24 hours. The cafeteria is huge too, and there's phones down there to call my direct room line, so it's a good way for family to keep up to date while I'm laboring. The waiting room in the hospital also has a monitor that shows what room the mom is in, and if she's already given birth or laboring, and if she's accepting visitors or not. Visitors hours for the maternity wing are 24/7. They police you though if I decide I'm not up for visitors.
So, all of this is great, way better than I thought it would be, and the room is absolutely amazing compared to any birthing room I've ever been in.
You know there's a but coming...
But I still hate hospitals. I thought because it was the maternity wing, my hate of hospitals wouldn't be there. I thought because it was where happy things happen, I wouldn't have the sense of doom or dread walking around there, but I did. It didn't make me feel warm and fuzzy inside...it actually made me pretty scared and nervous, and even anxious somewhat for what delivery day has in store for me.
Maybe it has something to do with losing Papaw right before we left on our trip, and being there in the hospital. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I've been in a hospital four times that I can remember for surgeries, and I've been scared to death every time that something would go wrong and I wouldn't wake up. Maybe it has something to do with the reality of birthing. I have no idea. I just associate hospitals with not fun things, and I dread going into them every time. Even the maternity wing. Picturing myself in that room, in that bed, in that hospital was just...overwhelming...and emotional.
I honestly didn't expect to feel that way. These pregnancy hormones are killing me and my 'suck it up' general self. I know I'll be fine and I know I'll have tons of support around me to help me if I don't handle it well for any reason, and I know that billions of women go through child birth and come out the other end just fine. I'm logical, I know these things...but I still can't help but feel overwhelmed, in not a good way, about it all.
Chris said after-wards that we're going to the hospital once a week and doing a practice run, and going up to the 5th floor, until my uneasiness is gone. The hospital staff may know us by name by the time we deliver baby Hart. Hey, whatever it takes, right?!
I also might be more emotional / tense than normal because I haven't been getting much sleep. Little Miss Hart decided on Friday night and Saturday night, at exactly 2:47 a.m., she'd kick REALLY hard, wake me up, and then do the salsa or something for hours on end. I'm having a hard time falling back asleep because I'm too uncomfortable, already. Last night, she kicked hard at 2:58 a.m. and woke me up, but I fell back asleep to her salsa-ing. Sheer exhaustion, thankfully, kicked in.
I'm still really excited about everything that's going on...I'm just overly emotional, and sleep deprived, too. I'm sure I'll get over my fear of the hospital before too long!! The excitement of all of the love we're putting into making her nursery is something I'll focus on, in the meantime, instead!!
I'll try to get Chris to take a picture of my growing belly tonight so yall can see. I know, everyone loves to watch me get chubby!! :-D
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