Ok, a new baby is coming. We’re gonna need to get some stuff ready, right? Let’s see, where to start… where to start? I know, let’s dig out the baby shower gifts.
Bottles, check. Breast pump, check.
Fold up baby jail, check. Baby bath tub, check.
Ridiculous looking chest harness for carrying baby, check. These things are apparently all the rage. I’ve so got this.
Diapers? Yes, we’re going to need diapers, and a changing station. Searched the patio furniture, found a perfect sized table, moved it into the hallway, check.
<Open question – what is Butt Paste? >
We’re ready for this thing to go down. We have the hospital bag packed, and the apartment is baby ready.
Our doctor recommended that we see the two room options for delivery, so we headed back to the hospital to scope it out. I was surprised that the hospital only has two rooms where a girl can give birth. What happens if there are 3 girls delivering at the same time? Hmmm, best not to ask too many questions.
This was option #1. When Stevie walked in I saw the color run out of her face. I actually didn’t think it looked that bad. Sure, it’s a little medieval, but there was lots of natural light and they made good use of negative space.
Anyway, Stevie was a lot happier when she saw the second option. We’ll use this room because she’ll be able to deliver on an adjustable bed, and there were no cold, stainless steel metal stirrups meant to keep her bound to a flat-backed torture table.
So that about wraps up all the prep work. At this point we’re just waiting. And I don’t think we’ll be waiting long.
The other day when I looked at Stevie’s belly I couldn’t believe how big it was. I never would have imagined her belly would be so perfectly big and round! I told her that we should document the final days with a professional photo shoot. Our good friend Richard already took some incredible photos back in August (remember that shoot here), but she is much bigger now! So we found a photographer and did another shoot. Stay tuned for the final photos in a future blog post!
Wow. I just realized that we passed our three year anniversary of Sprinter Life. Three years and three days ago Stevie was laid off her job in LA. I talked her into giving up the apartment on the beach. She sold and gave away most of her belongings and moved into the van with me. We haven’t looked back since!
Viva Sprinter Life!