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familyvalues) wrote2011-03-02 02:16 pm
tick tick tick
Last week, our friend Lisa invited us into her home, with its beautiful afternoon light, for a portrait session.
I love how happy we look. We are so happy, and so anticipatory. This baby can't come soon enough, and yet at the same time, we are so not ready. The reality of raising a child won't sink in for awhile yet, I think -- perhaps not until after he's passed through each stage. This is a good thing, it keeps people procreating.
We had an obstetrics appointment today. As usual, the doctor was happy to see all of us, and when she's done asking Audrey if she's fine, she moves on to both Casey and me: "Do either of you have any concerns or questions?" I am very happy, so far, with our medical care.
And so far, all signs point to a relatively easy birth within the next two weeks, as he's mostly dropped - but closer to the end of that time than the beginning. Probably.
Right now, Audrey's baking bread, Casey's at work, I'm about to run errands and do some grocery shopping. It feels so right and domestic, and I'm quite sure that the three of us will coparent relatively well -- perhaps surprisingly, for people who assume polyamorous parenting is a drama waiting to happen.
So much love is pouring in for us from all sides, including homemade gifts from people we have never met. (And I don't mean "not met face to face," I have long-time friends online I've never met face to face. These are from people we don't really know at all, friends of friends who wish us well.)
So. Much. Love. I can't even express it really.
I bought a scrapbook, and will make him a book so that later, he can know how loved he was before he was even born. (If you'd like to leave him notes in comments here, in fact, I'll print them for the book.)
I'm already tired, but the house is mostly decluttered, laundry is washed, sorted into his dresser. Car seat needs to be installed still. We're not making it a permanent fixture because we have dogs and things to haul, too, but we still want to get it installed and know we know how to do it, before we have to.
We're taking care of fussy little things we'll be too distracted for later.
I had intended to make meals for us to store, but our freezer isn't massive, and I'm just not that much of an urban homesteader, I guess. Fortunately, with three of us we can take turns cooking and cleaning, and I have no doubt Kimberly will cook us up some no-tomato meatless lasagna. ;)
I've got a long, philosophical post started in notepad, and will probably post it tomorrow, unless he shows up in the meantime!
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I'm so excited for all of you, and for all of us who can't wait to nibble his toes, and huff his neck and head ;)
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One has more fur, admittedly. Another has more drool. *shrugs* pick your poison ;)
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The reality of child-raising does set in when the child is out of the womb. Fortunately, it always seems (at least to me) that just when the reality gets to be too damned real, the kid does something so cute/sweet/loving that it makes you forget everything else until the urge to chuck him out the car window passes. [Caveat: not guaranteed during teenage years]
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Would you guys welcome a small chest freezer to help those of us who will have trouble containing our enthusiasm, food-wise? If you would, please let me know ... I have ... ideas ;)
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I mean -- Yeah, I'd be okay with that. :D
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The second paragraph might be why Casey's alive today.
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Exhibit "A"
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