We are narrowing in on the finish line for baby 2’s arrival. Littlest certainly seems to be thinking about it—yesterday during dinner instead of talking to his imaginary dog he told the baby to wait to play with him because he had to finish his dessert. He’s done lots of cute baby-related things, like noticing a baby toy at a store and asking if we should take it home for the baby.
The nursery is all set up, and the suitcases for the stay at the hospital are as packed as they can be in advance. Sheets and car seats have been washed, and the car seat base is even installed in Julien’s car (I have to put the other one in mine still). There are a few things we got or were gifted this time that I didn’t bother with last time, but that I wanted in case they make our lives any easier: a 4moms Rockaroo electric rocker and velcro swaddles (we didn’t bother swaddling Littlest since no one seems to do it in France). I also typed up a birth plan this time for the hospital.
Since it looks like my mom won’t be here right away for the birth (there is some hope from the consulate she’ll be able to come not too long afterward), I also need to call some aide à domicile services to see what they offer families with newborns…. I mean I really just want someone to replace my mom for a few hours a day, mostly in the morning, by holding the baby while I sleep or shower or doing some light cleaning or making a meal. (J’s paternity leave of course will only last a little under two weeks so I’ll be alone most of the time.)
AND I bought myself a new computer. My trusty Macbook Pro is almost 11 years old and finally slowing down despite the upgrades I did on it five years ago. The speakers were going which would have been a major problem for newborn video calls with family as well as for midnight Netflix-watching.
It is getting harder and harder to move around and I am more and more exhausted. Taking care of Littlest, sweet as he is most of the time, is taking it all out of me, especially since he doesn’t nap every day anymore. So this coming week he is fortunately going to the centre aéré (local day camp for working parents) and the week after that he will go to my in-laws. If Baby 2 can wait till the rentrée September 1st, I’ll even be able to take him to school the first day. But who knows if he’ll wait that long.
Next time I write it will hopefully be about a baby.