Monday, July 21, 2008
Well that was a surprise!
Meet my new niece, Brava (Her real name is much much cooler), born on Saturday just after 1:00 in the afternoon. We weren't expecting her for another few weeks but at 8lb 10oz and 21.5 inches, I guess she had other plans. Brava is healthy and cute and eats like a champ. Yesterday when I was holding her she started fussing and I almost had to stop myself from whipping off my shirt and offering her a little snack--that part of Charlie's life was not that long ago! My sister is up and around and wearing pants with a button (which is more than I can say for myself these days).
She fell asleep all curled up on my chest (the baby, not my sister), her bottom on top of Bravo and her head just beneath my chin. I remember when Charlie was that small but it's all fuzzy and gauzy (which I think is how I was feeling then because I was taking a lot of painkillers). It sure is hard to imagine having Bravo with us in just 11 weeks... Probably because we have made absolutely no preparation at all and because I've been going to bed right after dinner most nights the upstairs of our house looks like a fraternity moved in.
To help me calm down about the giant mess Ryan declared this week "House Appreciation Week" and the goal is to unpack the last few boxes, clear out a space in the garage for at least one car, paint the guest room and buy a nice comforter, get the "nursery" ready (an alcove upstairs that currently houses our ironing board, Charlie's reading chair, and a huge pile of clothes bound for Goodwill), TAKE DOWN THE CHRISTMAS TREE THAT "WE" (RYAN!!) MOVED FROM THE OTHER HOUSE FULLY ASSEMBLED WITH ORNAMENTS AND LIGHTS STILL ON, consign all extra baby clothes, clean out the refrigerator, and figure out if two car seats will fit in the back of my Neon.
Ryan's going to have to do those last two because my gag reflex has gone all first trimester on me and I don't think I can install the car seat without giving myself a placental abruption. Oh how I wish the last item on that list was "buy car not designed for teenagers."
And then there's that other little project I should probably finish before Bravo is born.
Eleven weeks. Deep breaths.