Not only are we preparing for a new addition to our family, we have been trying to make necessary improvements on our house now that my hubby has graduated from college and is making decent money. Things like gutters. Flooring. New furniture. So we have decisions to make: Do we spend money on baby things that we know we need, or spend money on things for the house now, and let the baby stuff come later? And just pray that all of the house things get done before the baby decides to come?
Somebody told me recently that I shouldn't worry about getting anything done for the baby. "You already got what you need to feed it. The good Lord blessed you with those. You don't need a crib, my baby slept in a draw for two months. Put a real soft blanket in there. He'll be fine. Besides, I can guarantee he won't remember it."
WHAT?! What in the WHAT?! I expected that to come from some one named Bobbi Sue, with a missing front tooth, giving me advice on the front porch of her trailer with a hound out front. But no, this was a well-to-do member of our church, two nice cars in front of her nice house, with her nice kids, and her nice husband.
Still scratching my head on that one, I decided to wash the linens to the Moses basket, make my wish list for IKEA, and work on the house.
Then there is the matter of naming the child to be. Jose and I have been tossing around names for weeks since we found out it was a boy (okay, 2 weeks, but it seems like a long time). Jose HATES calling him "the baby", or even worse, "it", so we are hard-core name hunting. So far, we have batted around the following:
- Liam- "will, desire and helmet, protection"
- Colby- "coalworker" (darn that it doesn't mean something extravagant!)
- Mattis or Mattias -"Gift of God" (prounounced the Spanish way - Ma- teese or Ma- tias)
- Levi- "combined"
- Reed- "red or reeds, cleared land"
- Jasper- "treasure; spotted stone"
One last thing- I read an article on pregnancy and the second trimester that slightly perturbed me. Now, I know pregnant women get all "don't mess with me" because of hormones, but I believe this was legitimate perturb-ation. "Are you suffering from these symptoms during pregnancy? Backache? Indigestion? Swollen ankles? Moodiness?" The list went on and on, and then proceeded to talk about different spas, treatments, things to prevent heartburn, and support groups for mothers-to-be feeling the same way. I was almost angered. Suffering? Since when did one of the greatest blessings of all time become akin to SUFFERING? Since when did women need a support group to discuss their 'plight' of pregnancy?
Taking a few minutes to take it all in, I thanked God for my little unnamed belly wiggling around. I thanked Him for having a house to bring him home to- even though it's in shambles and being remodeled. I thanked Him for the joys of big brother Micah, who is already planning their adventures. I love my life, my husband, our crazy quests, and where God is taking us.