Your Dad's Week 33 Update
Hello baby!
This Tuesday (tomorrow), your mother and I will have seven more weeks to go before your arrival. I cannot believe how quickly time has passed. Seven weeks is less than two months! The scary thing is your Uncle Peter and Aunt Gina were born two to three weeks early. If you come three weeks early, that means you'll be here in a month! I don't think that your mom and I are ready! I can honestly say that I don't feel I'm ready! I'm still a kid! Your mom... well, she's definitely still a kid!
You should see your mom now. She's still the small-framed little girl that I married... the only difference is that it looks like she swallowed a large basketball... and that basketball is getting bigger by the day!
Also, I was just thinking... you're going to be a perfect baby with respect to being brought up in a "clean" environment. Your mom was very careful throughout the pregnancy. She took her vitamins everyday. She never drank alcohol... ever (she was even worried about drinking during our honeymoon... silly girl). And, she never ever took any medication. If she had a headache, she struggled through it. You have a very good momma.
Your mom also is being a bit manic about your crib safety. She's measuring every dimension and making sure that it meets government regulations, as well as "public opinion" she discovers on the internet. She's going to be chasing after you with a tape measure to make sure y our pant legs or shoe laces aren't too long. Me... I'd put you to bed in a milk crate if I had to. I made it through the late 60's and early 70's without government crib regulations, and I'm pretty sure you'd do fine too. I don't have any fear of anything happening to you... your mom is such a worry-wart, she will probably sleep in your crib with you.
As far as house rennovations go:
1) We'll probably end up furnishing the living room long after you arrive. Right now, it's just storage for all your toys and gadgets we received at your baby shower.
2) The kitchen will be done probably after you arrive, or perhaps right when you arrive. I'm losing confidence that the kitchen will be done prior to Oct 6. It's going to be very stressful if the contractors are working on the kitchen when you're 1.5 hours old.
At least your bedroom is done and fully furnished. For some reason, your mom won't let me throw away the boxes to your furniture. Perhaps she thinks there may be a chance that we return your furniture and actually put you to sleep in a milk crate. I don't know.
We still have to buy the bedding for your crib. There are a few designs that we like, but many fail to meet the "public opinion" polls that your mom has discovered on www.savemefrommyself.com. They discuss things such as thread coarseness, pillow puffiness, tie-strap safety, and Feng Shui guidelines. It's a little too much for me to stomach. Most of the authors of "Baby Safety for the 21st Century" don't even have babies themselves. They're just experts at putting paragraphs together that pull in likely victims so they can generate advertising revenue. Your mom visits these "Baby Safety" sites at least 42 times per day. Me, I play Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas while your mom makes comments like, "Did you know that we can't drink tea while we're attaching the baby bumper?" and, "The thread count of this sheet is 400... the experts say we need less than 300, so I'm returning these 12 sheets we received from our shower...", and "The minimum distance between crib slats is 2 3/8 inches! OMG! Our is 2 3/16 inches! OMG! We're returning the crib and dresser! Oh... wait... 2 3/16 inches is less than 2 3/8 inches...", and "Did you know that Frank's Red Hot Rib Sauce isn't on Baby.com's approved spice list? I'd better throw that away today!" It's a little crazy in the homestead. I just hope we get your sheets before you arrive.
See you in seven weeks!
This Tuesday (tomorrow), your mother and I will have seven more weeks to go before your arrival. I cannot believe how quickly time has passed. Seven weeks is less than two months! The scary thing is your Uncle Peter and Aunt Gina were born two to three weeks early. If you come three weeks early, that means you'll be here in a month! I don't think that your mom and I are ready! I can honestly say that I don't feel I'm ready! I'm still a kid! Your mom... well, she's definitely still a kid!
You should see your mom now. She's still the small-framed little girl that I married... the only difference is that it looks like she swallowed a large basketball... and that basketball is getting bigger by the day!
Also, I was just thinking... you're going to be a perfect baby with respect to being brought up in a "clean" environment. Your mom was very careful throughout the pregnancy. She took her vitamins everyday. She never drank alcohol... ever (she was even worried about drinking during our honeymoon... silly girl). And, she never ever took any medication. If she had a headache, she struggled through it. You have a very good momma.
Your mom also is being a bit manic about your crib safety. She's measuring every dimension and making sure that it meets government regulations, as well as "public opinion" she discovers on the internet. She's going to be chasing after you with a tape measure to make sure y our pant legs or shoe laces aren't too long. Me... I'd put you to bed in a milk crate if I had to. I made it through the late 60's and early 70's without government crib regulations, and I'm pretty sure you'd do fine too. I don't have any fear of anything happening to you... your mom is such a worry-wart, she will probably sleep in your crib with you.
As far as house rennovations go:
1) We'll probably end up furnishing the living room long after you arrive. Right now, it's just storage for all your toys and gadgets we received at your baby shower.
2) The kitchen will be done probably after you arrive, or perhaps right when you arrive. I'm losing confidence that the kitchen will be done prior to Oct 6. It's going to be very stressful if the contractors are working on the kitchen when you're 1.5 hours old.
At least your bedroom is done and fully furnished. For some reason, your mom won't let me throw away the boxes to your furniture. Perhaps she thinks there may be a chance that we return your furniture and actually put you to sleep in a milk crate. I don't know.
We still have to buy the bedding for your crib. There are a few designs that we like, but many fail to meet the "public opinion" polls that your mom has discovered on www.savemefrommyself.com. They discuss things such as thread coarseness, pillow puffiness, tie-strap safety, and Feng Shui guidelines. It's a little too much for me to stomach. Most of the authors of "Baby Safety for the 21st Century" don't even have babies themselves. They're just experts at putting paragraphs together that pull in likely victims so they can generate advertising revenue. Your mom visits these "Baby Safety" sites at least 42 times per day. Me, I play Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas while your mom makes comments like, "Did you know that we can't drink tea while we're attaching the baby bumper?" and, "The thread count of this sheet is 400... the experts say we need less than 300, so I'm returning these 12 sheets we received from our shower...", and "The minimum distance between crib slats is 2 3/8 inches! OMG! Our is 2 3/16 inches! OMG! We're returning the crib and dresser! Oh... wait... 2 3/16 inches is less than 2 3/8 inches...", and "Did you know that Frank's Red Hot Rib Sauce isn't on Baby.com's approved spice list? I'd better throw that away today!" It's a little crazy in the homestead. I just hope we get your sheets before you arrive.
See you in seven weeks!
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