Who knew there would be so much to say on swaddling, swaying, sucking, ssshhhing, and side laying. I have been reading this book, "Happiest baby on the block" and I'm sure if you're an American who is having a baby you know exactly what I am talking about. This book is great for a couple reasons which you can find in pages 190-192, and the rest is just repeating itself. Actually the whole book is pretty good, but I could have done without the five time repeated explanation that baby's need another 4th trimester etc.
Upon learning the many techniques of swaddling, I decided to give it a go and try swaddling none other than my very own husband. It took convincing but he finally agreed to it. Even though it was hilarious and I haven't laughed so hard in awhile, I think wrapping a baby is a bit different. I am going to have to get a baby doll to practice with on account that my cat would NOT sit still.
Apart from swaddling there is so much to learn about baby's, and mastering them comes with practice. But there is one thing that I have already mastered and that is loving him with all my heart. I know for a fact that I am already head over heels for our little guy, and that there is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for him. I of coarse already feel that for my husband, but I surely can't roll him up in a ball and cuddle him every minute of every day. That would be unhealthy in so many ways. But that's what's so great when you have babies. They are completely helpless without their mom and dad, and I have complete joy in knowing I can be there for him. I just keep imagining that first day when we bring him home, and how it will be. I'm sure I will never forget that day.
This summer has been absolutely unpredictable and amazing all at the same time. Unpredictable because I am a very unpredictable person that pregnancy makes even more unpredictable. Amazing because getting closer to having our baby grows us closer together as husband and wife. My husband has been the most wonderful and helpful man in the days that have past, and I definitely couldn't have done this without him. From letting me swaddle him to hearing me complain about how fat I am every day, I would say men like this deserve some reward or something. Dealing with a pregnant woman can drive someone crazy, and I know because I drive myself crazy. At the beginning of my pregnancy I hadn't yet felt any nauciousness or emotional instability and I thought to myself, "Maybe I will be an acception and not have all of the symptoms a normal woman has. Low and behold with my hormonal imbalanced history God knew that would never be the case and a week later I was on the journey to crazy land. Poor Christoph.
As I have heard a billion times before, the second trimester exceeds the first trimester in many ways. I find this to be true. No more sickness, super power smelling, inability to eat, emotional outbursts, "poofyiness" as Christoph calls it. Yes, one day he said to me, "You don't look as poofy any more in the second trimester." Oh thanks love, I said as I held in my laugh. I would have normally been hurt by something like this, but the fact that he said poofy made think of myself as a freshly dry load of laundry and I let it slide. Poofy. Ha.
As a matter of fact as a pregnant woman, feeling poofy is nothing but normal in an everyday thought process. You wake up, you feel poofy, you eat...poofy. You take a shower...poofy. I don't think there has ever been a time where I haven't felt poofy. Then my next thought is..."There's nothing I can really do about, so just don't think about it." And that's all there is to pregnancy. Poofiness.
I know I am only talking about babies and pregnancy, but the truth is that's my life right now. Other than two days at the office, a hair cut here and there, I would say it's kinda how it has to be right now. I am ok with it too. I don't think I have ever been happier. The smell of fall in the air remind me that I am only getting closer to getting little Hillstoph our of my body and having his own. My brother and his wife are coming in a couple weeks, then we go to the states, then Christmas will be just around the corner, and then the baby will come. Oh boy. But for today there is the sad fact that Christoph is leaving me for a couple days for a managment training in the mountains. I hate being alone, but that's probably because I am alone most everyday. I am trying to enjoy it before I'll never get to be alone.
Hopefullly that was somewhat of an update.