On Babies

The idea of growing a baby is intimidating.  Talk about the actual labor and delivery, and I'm out.  I'm so not cut out for this. Don't get me wrong, I want kids (yes plural) someday, emphasis on the someday.

Clearly she loves FaceTiming with me.

 

In blog world babies are everywhere, it's not until they (babies) start showing up on your Facebook news feed that you'll freak out (right Nadine?).  Mostly because you know that these babies weren't mistakes, they were intentional, planned, not a surprise, which is another indicator that nope, I'm not getting any younger.

 

While the idea of being a Mom still intimidates me, I wonder if the feelings on motherhood every really change? Isn't the whole premise of being a parent intimidating-- being responsible for another life, shaping a personality, leading by example, teaching morals, but mostly keeping them alive, healthy, and happy, this just doesn't sound easy. 

And while there are some days that this seems near impossible for my little mind to process, it's happening all around me. In blogworld every season in baby season, but in real life baby season (for me) is right now.  If it were contagious, I'd have it.  My boyfriends cousin and sister are both due in the next 40 days, my niece is just barley 3 months (and the cutest thing ever), and Andrea is about ready to pop too (call if you need me).

The past two weekends were filled with family and baby showers; words like boppy, Sophie, and Bjorn don't even phase me even more...what is happening?  Insert internal freak out here.  The beauty of all these babies, is the excuse to browse the baby sections at Target, and how much I've been using my sewing machine.  This baby stuff can be so expensive, so I've been making the gifts myself, like this car seat cover I made for Andrea. How To coming soon.

So until I'm ready to be a Mom, I'll just borrow the babies I have around me (soon to be four of 'em)! I'll shop and sew for them, and come back home to my baby (Zoey that is), and drown her in hugs, and loves, and rubs, 'til I'm we're ready for a real one. It'll be a while, I promise.

Pregnant by Association

Everyone around me is pregnant, okay maybe not anyone, but half of the blogging world, my sister in law, a good friend, my boyfriends cousin, and my boyfriends sister (yes, I'll be an Auntie twice over this year and couldn't be more excited).

...So basically everyone.

 

At My Sister In Laws Shower  

So this weekend I had another baby shower, 

and I swear if one could be pregnant by association, I would be.

You know in college when all of you are roommates, you all 'cycle' at the same time. 

Yeah if that happened with pregnancy, I'd be SOL.

 But, since that's not a thing (thank heavens), I'm not (with child).

But I am excited about all these pregnant ladies
(and all you pregnant bloggers), because they are all fabulous.

I am particularly excited for my sister in law (who is due any day now), and boyfriends sister, because it means I'll get the perks of a baby, 

without actually having one.

I'll get to spoil the kiddos rotten, return them whey they have a dirty diaper are crying,

and, and teach them all sorts of dumb useful things.

Man I can't wait for all the babies to be here!!!
Being Auntie K, is going to be so much fun.

Why I Won't Find Out the Gender of my Baby

Okay, okay, don't you all loose your underpants.
I'm not expecting, with child, pregnant, or knocked up.

No, I'm not 'close' to having a baby, heck, I'm not even married, but it seems like all my favey bloggers are having babies, and they have all found out the gender.  I have totally enjoyed following you guys as your family grows (here, here, here, and here.)  I can't wait to see how the little ones change your lives and melt your hearts; I just know they'll all be perfect.

But I don't think I am going to find out the gender of my first baby,
and here is why.

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Also I want to preface this entire post by saying I may change my mind in my future.

(I know that's not fair, I'm supposed to stand behind everything I say, and I do, I stand behind what I am saying now in this moment.)

It's one of the few things in life that is a honest surprise.
Something that isn't planned out.
Yes, said baby is planned (maybe hopefully) but the gender isn't.
 And the good news is, you won't be disappointed either way.

If you're like me, you always know your next 'move' in life.
You leave few things open to interpretation, there are really no surprises.
This is pretty much how my life has gone.

First it's High School, and then you apply to college.

You get your acceptance letters, and decided where you are going to spend your next four years.

College happens, and you pick your major.

You might not know exactly what you are going to do when you graduate,
but either way have an idea of what job field you are going into.

You interview, you get a job, you choose to accept it or not.

You might have a boyfriend, it started with a date, you decided to go on another date,
and another, until yup, you were for sure dating and FBO.
You get more serious with your boyfriend, you know he's he one for you.
You talk about moving in, and you do.
....
Fast Forward
....
You're pregnant, expecting a little one.
You have nine months to prepare, read, and get ready.
Although from what I hear nothing will really prepare you.
And you don't know.
You don't know if you're getting a boy or a girl.
Your not sure if your life will be full of muddy jeans and footballs, or frenchbraids and ballet,
but you're happy, elated, over the moon, speechless, indescribably blessed either way.
...
I want the suprirse.
The element of the 'unknown'.
And the pleasure of knowing your love is unconditional no matter what.

Will you find out if your having a boy or a girl?

What are your reasons?