I had a special party day today, because the newest fruit of my loins has been ripening for six months now. This is hugely significant to me. I am so superstitious that I just daren't get properly happy and excited before this point. It just feels like I'm counting my chickens way too early. So, until six months I won't discuss names, I won't buy any clothes, I won't rearrange the house - I will basically refuse to make any definite arrangements. I know that's a bit over the top, but I just can't get over all my bloody fears. Until now. Until now, people! From now on I go baby crazy. (Don't worry - I'll still blog about poo and vermin. I will go baby crazy privately.)
We celebrated this special day by having lunch at the play cafe, and then after school we went out with the granny in waiting to get this
and some other tiny baby things. I'm feeling such relief and such pure happiness to get to this point. From now on, I will try to put aside all my damn anxieties and start basking a little. Glowing a little. And I will just look forward to having another baby. I bought the cutest little socks today. They bring it home like nothing else will. Except maybe that cute vest. Just imagine that, filled with a pudgy little boy body.
This baby needs to get less abstract now. There will be unpacking. There will be sorting and washing and planning. There will be endless discussions of names. There will be "Do you want to feel my tummy?" There will be anticipation and dreaminess. Yes, dammit, I'll have all of that.
I need to go now and google boys names that work in both Dutch and English. Wish me luck.