Update on Baby Names
We’ve definitely made progress in the name department. In fact, the other day when Enoch casually asked Chuck if we had a name picked out for the baby, he answered, “Yes”.
Hmm. This was news to me.
So far, I can tell you this: we have a boy’s name picked out that is perfect. Ah…it feels good to have that settled. And we have a girl’s first name picked out (the only one either of us suggested…which makes it easy to agree on. Chuck has a middle name he wants to use for a girl, but I don’t think it “works”. So we’ll see. I can tell you that not one name on the list has ever been considered before. Oh, and the boy’s name? It from the New Testament this time.
When sorting through our spring/summer clothes, I found a mislabeled bin with baby blankets. And our cute little Robeez shoes! Yay, I thought they were gone. The last week of May I plan on washing baby things and getting prepared. If I start too soon, I’ll lose my mind before I reach my due date. For now, I have a notebook where I’m jotting down notes about meals to cook, baby poses I want to try (sorry, I’m a photographer), things to buy, things to wash, etc.
32 Week Pregnancy Update
I have developed a super-sonic nose. Everything scent bothers me. Good, bad, doesn’t matter. I can’t even stand to have my children too close to me…cause I can smell them. Don’t get me wrong, they don’t stink….it’s just my olfactory is apparently working over time. And causing me all sorts of grief. Don’t let that stop you from bringing me hot coffee and fresh pastry though…I’m sure I could manage.
The Birth Plan
And it’s official…our midwife is leaving town for a family reunion three days before my due date. We have a backup midwife, of course. Did you think we’d be irresponsible enough to not make arrangements? Just because we didn’t last time? Hey, we’re fast learners around here. The dilemma is going to be…do we try to get labor going (naturally) a little bit early? Or do we just let nature take its course, and let this baby pick his/her birthday and midwife? Anyone who’s been nine months pregnant understands that each day the last few weeks is equivalent to a week. Or a month. Or more.
Tucker was nearly a year old when I started this blog, so I haven’t talked about homebirth much. I suppose I should put together an entire post one of these days. The short story? Iris and Judah were born at a freestanding birth center in Alaska. Tilly, Enoch, Kalina, Jubilee, and Hezekiah were born at home. Tucker was born at the hospital due to our lack of planning (see link above). The other day I told Chuck (expecting him to be horrified):
“If I end up at the hospital again, I’m having an epidural”.
His answer? “I would”.
“What? Why would you say that?” I asked.
“Because I’m getting old and why go through all that pain if you don’t have to?”