I now officially know where the term “scared shitless” comes from.
Granted, my lower half has never felt so UNbloated… (it *could* also be my increased fiber consumption, but the two combined, well, WOW)
I am one of those ultra superstitious Jews who will NOT under any circumstances:
1) share name choices with you until 8 days after birth/placement.
and 2) bring ANY articles pertaining to a baby into our house until there is an actual baby here.
We kind of got around #2 by having a storage unit in our basement, and some lovely friends (with kids) at Shul “bought” it for one dollar. So anything that we put in there is legally thiers. They own the stroller and baby books that we have down there. Actually, they gave us that stroller, so it’s even more “theirs” and we are just storing it for them. *Should* the need arise for us to ever use some of the things down there, we’ll have to buy ownership back from them. Plus interest, to be fair. Now granted, I have to keep track of the times I’ve gone down to get toilet paper and the like, so that I can include those things in the purchase price. I think she paid more than a dollar, however, as I think the official transaction was the price of one Cremilita, aka Tasti-Delight, about 2 summers ago. So I think fair intrest would be perhpas 5 dollars to buy it back. (Or a LARGE Tasti-Delight)
But the arguements last night began with the: “IF we get this baby, knock on wood, Keinihora, Ken Yehi Ratzon (let it be G-d’s will), etc. etc.” I want a dresser, car seat and changing pad in the house on the day she comes home. To the which I replied. ABSOLUTELY NOT. She then said – OK, so we put those things in the storage unit, and on the day we come home, instead of bonding and cooing and oooing and ahhing, you are putting furniture together? Of course, I responded YES.
Am I crazy here? When do you let go of superstition for practicality? I also said that friends could come over and set stuff up. She responded – WHO would do that? (any volunteers out there?)
Now Narda is NOT a pessimist, she calls herself a “realist.” I tend to fall more into the Pollyanna camp (oh, baby, we’ll make it work, it’ll all work out fine, etc. etc. etc.; to the which she tends to reply with such silly things like: “How?” – SO infuriating to my Pollyanna mindset, mind you…)
We of course also had an arguement about our respective jobs and how to handle that. Out of respect for her privacy, since I tend to post WAAAAY too much personal information on the internets already, much to Narda’s chagrin, let’s suffice it to say that we both like our jobs, have crazy times ahead and are realizing that we’ll both have to sacrifice some things at work in order to make a family happen. That’s hard. SO worth it, but in the day to day realities, really hard to do.
We have no further news, other than what I’ve already told you, but I just wanted to share what has transpired at our house between hearing the news and now…
(and again, any volunteers for furniture duty, let me know, and I’ll add you to the list “Should” the need arise…)
Thanks for letting me share, internets, it’s SO helpful to have a place to get it off the old chest, so to speak.