Mobility...

This week marks my 29th week of pregnancy which means next week will mark my 30th and that means I am down to the last 10 weeks of pregnancy! Soon, Robbie and I will embark on our visit to the hospital to take the tour and meet with the Maternity Care Coordinator and anesthesiologist. I am getting anxious about making these appointments and am in full-on planning mode. The super crazy thing is I am planning for What-Ifs and not What-Wills and even with the added knowledge and pamphlets in hand I am bound to have anxiety about not knowing exactly how this is all going to turn out. For me, the best thing to do is educate myself on nearly every possible scenario that can or might occur and then to teach it to Robbie with my personal instructions on how I would like for things to go down.

Poor Robbie really has no idea what he's gotten himself into. The extremely painful charlie horse that woke me up the other night and promptly caused me to scream out in pain and grab a very asleep husband was traumatic enough for him. (And by the way....I realize charlie horse's aren't fatal, but I was pretty convinced I was going to die anyway. Never have I experienced such a bizarrely painful event!) Despite Robbie's more relaxed approach to labor and delivery I am certain we will meet somewhere in the middle and he will turn out to be the perfect labor coach for me.

Jackson Danger continues to perform acrobatics in my belly and there have been a few times his movements have taken my breath away. It's not necessarily painful, just...well....weird feeling. Very alienesque and that truly is the best description I can currently come up with.

I had the day off today and decided it was time to work on the mobile for Jackson's room. My Mom - in true Mom fashion - kept every part to my baby mobile that hung in the room she carefully prepared for her first child (ummm, that would be me). Unfortunately, it was falling apart and needed to be fixed, or updated or whatever my baby savaged creative brain could come up with. Stupidly I forgot to take a "before picture." Basically I used the same hanging base, just covered it with gingham ribbon and hung the giraffes with different colored embroidery thread. I also added buttons as gigantic and colorful eyes on the giraffes. I felt this added the touch of whimsy I was hoping to have hanging above my baby boy's head. I am happy with the outcome and realize this is in no way a Baby Friendly item. Buttons are always a big no-no and the embroidery thread would more than likely not withstand the repetitive tugs of a cantankerous 9 month old. My solution is to hang it high and add a few more elements to hang above the crib...out of the reach of Dangerous hands, of course. I've been entertaining the idea of some paper lanterns. Inexpensive, colorful and round....all really good things.

Lately I think often of the person that will be Jackson Danger and I find myself occasionally thinking, "Oh, I hope my terrible listening skills won't become his," or I hope he doesn't take after me in this way or that, diminishing all of the great things that might stick, that might indeed be good to get from Mom and Dad. So, within the final weeks of this all-too-quick pregnancy I've decided to focus on what I hope Robbie and I will pass along.