On the last day of school, I allowed my students to (finally) ask and inquire about the baby and my bulging tummy. We had a blast. I entrusted all 23 of them with our top secret bank of names (3 boy names and 3 girl names) and had them vote on the best of each. We talked about when the baby would arrive and the things I would need to do to be a good mommy. Many students even brought me baby gifts, it was like a mini-shower (Look Mrs. Jones, baby wipes 'cause mommies have to wipe butts alot) !
Then the ultimate question (no, not that one!) "Will Mrs. Jones have a boy or a girl?" This was apparently at the forefront of their minds. One little guy had pulled me aside earlier and assured me that I would be having a boy, no question about it.
"Oh, really? Why do you think that?" I asked.
"Because you have to be tough to have boys, and your really tough..."he replied, not knowing he was making me tear up!
Well we took a class vote. Each student got to come up to the board and place their tally however they so chose to mark boy or girl. Easy enough right? Wrong. The last of the little girls stood staring at the board for several seconds longer than her classmates. She turned to me, eyes big and inquisitive and sincerely asked, "Mrs. Jones, watcha gonna do if its a He-She?"
Over the last 3 years of home ownership, I believe I have collected nearly every paint swatch available at our local store. Somehow, though, the color never quite matches the original sample. Usually this works in our favor and we end up liking the slightly darker/brighter/stronger result...However, in preparation for the new arrival and the many guests that will follow, we decided to take on the previously Navajo /Feather themed guest bathroom (not that there is anything wrong with that, we just feel that the southwest should be left in the southwest...not in an east coast Victorian). I have been looking at several shades of green for several months (green happens to be my favorite color for bathrooms around here, but a tricky color to perfect). Well, the tape is still up and the jury is still out, as the color chosen seems to be more pea soup than "bluegrass". We are not turning back. We have committed, at least for the time being. My apologies to our future guests, but it sure beats the feathers!
So I have been spending the summer as my family's full time secretary (taking care of managing the big home improvement projects, dealing with contractors, and sorting out billing issues) and I think I can summarize my entire pregnancy with a single quote....
" I'd like to speak to you supervisor."
Leave it to my savvy husband to spin those crazy mood swings into something that can benefit us both.
So I never considered myself someone who hates "stuff" anymore than the next person, but pregnancy seems to have me on a roller coaster with "stuff". On one hand, I never realized we had so much clutter hiding in every corner of our home. It's just the two of us but it seems everywhere I look in the last few weeks I find "stuff" to get rid of...It's been thoroughly liberating to let go of old papers and clutter dating as far back as college and to get the few keeper items neatly stored in their newly assigned spot. But on the other hand, the things we will need for impending parenthood (much of which we have put off getting until now and we are suddenly feeling very rushed) seem to fill up the recently cleared nook and cranies as fast as they are cleared. I would like to think this process will eventually slow down...but I have my doubts. Oh well...as long as it keeps going out as fast as it comes in!
We are off to target for the zillionth time to puchase some more of the items people seem shocked we don't have stocked yet.