As we say goodbye to 2012, I am trying to mentally prepare myself for it to be the same year as the year we become responsible for a tiny human. I don’t know quite how to be prepared for so much to change. Lots of time spent with socializing with family and friends over the holidays meant lots of choruses of “You’ll see!” and “You’ll never sleep again!” and my personal favorite “There’s no way to prepare for this!” That last is hard to hear for a couple of pathological planners.
We have a long to-do list of projects we hope to accomplish in 2013: figuring out how we’ll configure our space for Burpy; sorting out things like insurance, wills, and savings; reading the rest of the baby books and watching The Business of Being Born. But my big personal resolution for 2013 is to trust myself to know what’s best for me, my kid, my family. After a recent experience where I got a lot of negative feedback during a conversation about pregnancy that I really let bother me, I realize I hsould probably work on letting judgment roll off my back. So, in 2013 I am going to own my choices and stick to my guns (but not so stubbornly that I discount other possibilities).
We are now officially in the third trimester. Crazy! I have passed both of my glucose tests (which: ew), so there’s no worry about gestational diabetes at this point. My blood pressure has been pretty steady and my weight gain has been in the normal range (even though my midwives would like it a LITTLE lower…). Apart from a cold I caught during our Christmas trip to Iowa and am having a hard time getting rid of, I’m feeling pretty good! Burpy’s movements have gotten a lot more pronounced, which is fun for everyone now that they can feel too. As long as it doesn’t keep me up at night (and it still doesn’t), it’s all good.
My one pet peeve right now (speaking of sticking to my guns) is how annoyed everyone seems to be with our decision to keep Burpy’s sex a secret. Mostly their insistence that they can’t possibly buy clothes for the baby if they don’t know what the sex is. As far as I’m concerned, as long as the clothing doesn’t explicitly have the words “boy” or “girl” on it, then it’s fine. Right? Which, honestly, this reaction is partly why we’re keeping the sex a secret. So many assumptions are made about babies before they’re born, based on this one piece of information. If the baby is a girl, she can’t possibly like dinosaurs or puppies, so I can’t buy anything with that stuff on it. If it’s a boy, he’ll turn gay if we dress him in something with flowers, obviously. Point is: we’re not keeping the sex a secret to be big jerks. I just want to give little Burpy as many chances as possible to be who he or she will be, without society telling them what to like (and more importantly, what not to like). And we’ll start that off with onesies in a whole rainbow of colors, and try our hardest to keep it going as long as we can.
So, off my soapbox. We will ring in 2013 by being who we are, unapologetically, and in about 3 months we’ll welcome a new little one into the world who, I hope, will have all the best parts of us, with plenty of room to be him- or herself. Next year will be epic. I kind of can’t wait.