Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Total Truth Tuesday

God Bless you, my secretly named boy child, I love you with my whole heart. But, you will be here in 10 weeks and your nursery isn't even started (let alone finished and sitting waiting empty for you like your oldest sister's was when I was a mere 24 weeks pregnant).

And you only have about 5 littles onesies and pants to your crazy secret hippy name. I promise we'll be bringing you home from the hospital after you're born, but we just have to make the time to pick up a car seat for you first.

And, BTW, you're not going to come with a bag of the necessities packed are you? It's been a few years since I had a baby and I'm not sure whether things have changed since your sister was born. If not, I guess I'll need to make a Target run and pick up some blankets, and pacifiers, and a swing, and some bedding, oh, and probably some diapers, right? You're not bringing diapers with you by any chance are you?

Here's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. My precious Baby #3 is getting a much less prepared welcome than he deserves. At least that is how it feels lately.

It is not that I am any less excited about this precious new addition to our family. I am thrilled to have a snuggly, cuddly, little bundle of wrinkles and baby pudge to hold and love, but finding the time to get everything ready has just been harder than I thought. I told someone the other day that I have friends who aren't even pregnant yet who have more prep work done than I do and it's seriously true.

I'm feeling horribly guilty about not having more things done and ready and waiting for this little guy and I've got to get moving before he comes home to sleep in a pretty pink bassinet. I mean, what kind of mom would I be if I couldn't even be bothered to pick up a new set of bassinet bedding, right?

Am I a terrible mom or is this just third child syndrome here? Please tell me I'm not the only mom to get less and less prep work done with each subsequent pregnancy...


Rachel said...

I say fight the gender stereotypes and reuse the pink bedding. Pink is wonderful. Even better - tie-dye the bedding for your hippie child (whom I've just named Leaf in my mind). Also, since when did hippies care about wearing new (or even clean) clothing? I'm sure little Leaf won't mind only having a few items. ;)

You certainly aren't a terrible mother. The simple fact that you care proves that. Still, I'm thinking you might want to get at least a few diapers...

Heather said...

Ironic you should say that....I have been working on a little photo project. My oldest child has books an books of photos. The second child has tons of photos but my third. Like 5 pictures. Its sad really.

With each child you do "seem" to do less, but you are so much a better mom because you have the experience and you are more relaxed. Can't put a price on that.

And it is also possible that you'll feel SO much better when you email me with your secret baby name so I can fawn all over you.....


Kimberly/Mom in the City said...

The fact that you're even thinking about it makes me think that he'll be just fine!