Dreamy

I find that I daydream about my baby a lot. I don't think that I'm putting too high of expectations on her, which is something that my mother fears I am doing. I feel like my daydreams are realistic.

The first one I had was Christmas. I envisioned next year when we're living in our new townhouse. I imagined our first every Christmas tree in the corner and a little baby girl lying on her stomach on a blanket while I knit or watch TV. Maybe listen to some Christmas music while she plays.

Another daydream I've had is of changing diapers! I received an e-mail from ... well, who knows? I get so many from Pampers, Gerber, Everyday Family, etc. giving me advice on what I should be doing during my pregnancy and what it'll be like after I have our baby girl.

ANYWAY! The e-mail talked about breast feeding babies. How do you know your baby is getting enough to drink? It said that a new baby should wet itself 6 times a day and poop 2 times a day. WOW! I thought. That's a lot of diaper changes. Then I got all romantic with the thought of changing diapers. It's quite a great time to bond with your baby, I've noticed (from other moms and my experiences babysitting).

I feel like your first inside jokes with your baby start on the changing table. It'll be one of our first little routines besides morning/ and going to bed. I have realistic expectations of diaper changing. I've been doing it with my little brother/my friends' kids since I was 8. I know how cranky the babies can get. I know that my friend's daughter Juliana constantly wanted to check out her private areas, even when they needed to be cleaned of poop. I remember her mom giving her something crinkly to distract her from grabbing her poop (however, grabbing of the poop was inevitable. Girl just had an obsession with it. She'd later take her diapers off and play with it/hide it in her bedroom!)

Yes, my daydreams are realistic. I envision my own experiences with poop throwing/hiding to come. I can see a cranky baby girl with a diaper rash and me putting some cream on her butt then just letting her lay naked somewhere...

Wow. You get my point, though, right? I daydream about everything!

I understand that my days won't be choreographed out perfectly. I am totally accepting that my baby will cry my ears off and fling her food, or worse (her poop!). I feel like I am a realistic person.

But my goodness. I'm excited for all of it.

The good, the bad, and the ugly!