The host body speaks
Friday January 27, 2006 | by Dalia Griffith | 5 comments
I think Hugh did a great job of pointing out the stuff about the last few weeks that have, well, sucked, so I thought I’d shock everyone and reveal some of the highlights:
1. Feeling our baby kick is still as exciting to us now as it was at five months, when we first started to feel movement.
2. While I’ve never been much of a shopper, fawning over baby clothes with my Mom has been a blast. We found this adorable—yes, I said it—snow suit for the trip home from the hospital. This is a mountain baby, after all, and he/she needs to stay warm no matter what the elements are doing.
3. Watching Hugh assemble the crib was an experience. Not only was I able to watch comfortably from the couch—dividing my attention between that and the Steelers annihilating Denver—it really drove home the fact that we were going to be parents soon. Bizarre.
4. Child birth prep classes were actually pretty cool. Neither Hugh nor I are much for sitting in one spot, listening to someone talk for hours on end, but our teacher was great, and it was nice to be around people in the same boat. For example, knowing that I wasn’t the only one who needed help tying my shoes eased my shame tremendously.
OK, that’s all for now. I promised Hugh I’d keep up with the posting, so I’ll be back at some point. Thanks for caring.
I am so excited to see your baby after he or she decides to emerge! All I am sure of is this: his or her hair will be luxuriant! Can you feel the vibes I am sending your way? I wish I could see you both at this special time. I’m thinking of you. – Meyla
If you ever need anyone cheesy enough to ‘fawn’ over baby stuff, you know where to find me. ;)
Wow, how amazing this is. I’m sure you’ll feel better after the spawning. So if not a tank top, what is the proper attire for a guy at a birth? A tie? Funny hat? A bib? Hugh needs to start thinking about this.
Good question Arman. I was thinking about going as Little Bo Peep. Though keeping track of all those sheep would be difficult.
Hey,there’s always the in-style birthday suit.
Little Bo Peep (sans sheep) is a solid option, but the only one allowed in a b-day suit is the baby. Mentally, I can’t afford to have my husband arrested before the major contractions hit—I need someone to verbally abuse during the pain.