34 weeks. THIRTY. FOUR. That’s really close to 40. And even closer to 38. Which was when both my brother and I were born. Also, if we go by my dream I had wayyyy back at the beginning and the Farmer’s Almanac, 38 weeks fits right into play. So we’ll see. Fingers crossed.
For the most part, we have the necessities that we need to bring little baby home. Car seat, diapers, changing table, pack-n-play, milk….check, check, check, check, andddd we’ll see. I mean, babies seem pretty simple when you look at it materialistically…
People keep telling me to stock up on sleep, but that’s a big fat L-O-L.
Since I’m a member of the Cmajdalka gene pool, I’ve got the weird narcolepsy/insomnia combination. I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat – so that’s great. But staying asleep? There lies the problem. Once we get to around 3:00 am my eyes just pop open whenever they want. And when they’re open, they’re open. And that’s that.
And with pregnancy? Forget about it. Poor Reesey. I toss and turn and don’t sleep, so that means he doesn’t sleep either. And somehow our bed got smaller. Something about adding a big belly and extra long body pillow…?
But this post isn’t about sleeping. I just wanted to complain a little bit since it’s the crack of dawn and I’m wide awake next to Sleeping Beauty.
Can I also add in the fact that it throws off my coffee intake? I can’t drink my normal three cups a day, so I have to think long and hard about when I’m going to drink the 12 ounces that I can have. 5:00? 6:00? Hold off until 8:00? It causes me distress because I don’t know which breakfast I want to have it with.
We’re getting pretty close to showtime here and although we’re mentally ready (or as mentally ready as you can be for a child), the whole name thing….meh.
HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO PICK JUST ONE?
We have several girl names ready to go, but the problem here is that we both think it’s a boy. Well, I’ll openly admit I think that it’s a boy. Reese won’t say it out loud because he says he doesn’t want to jinx it.
I think the reason we’ve got so many girl names lined up is because we like “girl names” for girls and “boy names” for girls. So it’s not as terrifying because you can’t really mess it up. But boy names? There’s no option. For us anyways.
You can’t have a boy with a girly name. You just can’t. There’s too much risk involved with that. And there’s no way Reese Goebel is going to have a “girly-boy” for a son. If you know him you can attest to this. If you don’t, just believe me.
And as far as the style of names go, we’re pretty much on the same page. Except not.
We both like older, solid names. Nothing too modern and nothing too fancy. But generationally we are definitely not on the same page. It’s just hard to agree on an old name that also suits a child.
We’ll use my Papa’s name for example. Milton. Now, I’m completely aware that at one time he was a baby. But I had only ever known him as a grandpa and I can’t imagine a little bitty baby named “Milton”. Just can’t.
Our theory is that we will have a whole bunch of names lined up and ready to go and when baby pops out (because that’s how it works, right?) we will stare at her/him (him) and voila!
Kind of like on the TLC show I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant. (Which by the way -WHAT? How do you not know. But anyways.) They have zero time to pick out a name and just have to pull one out of thin air. Maybe that’s our best bet?
Reese and I were listening to a podcast on the way back from our “Babymoon” and one of the guys on there changed his baby’s name a few weeks in. They had two name options, went with one, and it just wouldn’t stick. So they changed it.
I know it’s always an option and we can do that too, but no thank you. Talk about an identity crisis.
I keep hoping one night I’ll have a dream with the name. That technically did already happen, but I need some confirmation here. Maybe Jesus and the dream fairy will read my blog and work something out.