baby bookin

I have always been good about keeping a journal--writing private things down on paper and sharing fun things on cyberspace. I love old photo albums and letters. And where most people might groan to look through an old relative's photo book and hear stories of strangers and people and times you have no connection to, I relish! Seriously. I loved looking through my Great Grandma GG's photos and asking questions: "Who's that? Where's that at? Is that you?" I think its the romantic in me. Or maybe its selfishness too.

Because I looove watching home videos of myself and looking through the photos and scrapbooks and baby books of...well...myself. So I cannot fathom why in the world I have literally stopped keeping a journal--a real, meaningful, day to day journal about what my life has been like these past almost 8 months of pregnancy. It's frustrating. Because on top of all the other "to-do" items on my list to prepare for this baby--like getting Desitin for diaper rashes-- I'm now adding a steaming, hot bowl of guilt to the mix for not jotting down every little detail of what its been like to be pregnant and experiencing it all for the first time. I just know, there will come a day when my precocious boy will come to me and say, "What was I like in your tummy?" And heaven help me, If I can't remember. That's one thing I think you can be selfish about--learning all about what it was like to be the center of your parent's universe. Especially since he'll be the oldest (I can relate. I loved all the attention. Just watch the home video of me re-enacting "Matchmaker Matchmaker" from Fiddler on the Roof.)

So the goal. Ahem. Is to make a book. A bound copy of the milestones during Baby G's life as a fetus. I'm crossing my fingers I stick with it. And if not, the blog is the back-up. So be prepared to hear a lot about Baby G from now on--little details and instances that probably he and I will really only appreciate--like the way my round ligaments cry out in pain with every stretch he makes. Man that's getting old. But tonight we tour the hospital! I'm so excited to see where I'm headed in a few weeks. Scott's mainly focused on timing the drive. He doesn't show his stress to me, but I know he's starting to feel a little on edge. Especially since last night he thought my water had broken while I was sleeping. Boy was he relieved to hear that I had simply spilled my water bottle. I tell ya, that was a rough .2 seconds for the hubby.I might have to strategically plan a few more of those to get in some practice :)

So you'd think I'd start jotting down the memories now. Nope. Like the true procrastinator I am, I've decided to start tomorrow. No time in this present. Time to shower and attempt to put on pants like a normal human being and not dance a jig trying to aim my foot for the leg hole. My basketball tummy doesn't allow me much of an accurate, aerial view these days.