The Wai-ai-ting Is The Hardest Part

As Holly has noted, we're in the waiting room. Not the actual one, the figurative one. We are parental tweeners. In limbo. The kid is taking his sweet time. And who can blame him? You only get one royal entrance. Might as well toss some suspense in there.

So while we wait, I thought that, rather than listen to the usual lite hits that infect waiting rooms, I would compile my own Soundtrack While We Wait. (Disclaimer: these songs are chosen mostly for their titles. I am fully aware that these songs aren't actually about birth.)

The Waiting : Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Appropriately our blog title and track one.
Waiting Room : Fugazi
"I am a patient boy. I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait."
Tired of Waiting For You : The Kinks
[Enter experienced parent comment here, options include: "You think you're tired now?" and any sequence of eye rolls and scoffs that your tenure allows.]
Born At the Right Time : Paul Simon
Trying to maintain perspective. Repeat after me, "The baby will come when he's supposed to."
Right In Time : Lucinda Williams
More perspective. "The way you move is right in time with me."
Meet Me In The Middle : Bob Dylan
A stab at compromise. And, yes, I realize that to you experienced parents, that's a real kneeslapper. It would probably be more fitting if the song title ended in a question mark.
Hurry Up, Let's Go : The Shout Out Louds
Imperatives cut through, right?
Hello It's Late : Stone Temple Pilots
I've been told that sarcasm is not effective parenting. Oooh, it must really reinforce your great parenting skills to tell me that. From your lips into the stone tablets in the Hallowed Hall of Absolutely Amazing Parenting. (I think it's somewhere in Lehi. Between a Costa Vida, Electric Beach, and Lactation Station in some strip mall.)
Taking A Walk : John Prine
This song represents one of the many things we do to try to encourage our boy to come see the sunshine.
Tomorrow Is A Long Time : Bob Dylan
One of my favorite Bob Dylan songs. Quiet and warm enough to welcome.
Take Your Time : Low
A moment of zen.
Patience : Guns 'N Roses
If anyone understands what it means to tax the patience of those who love you most, it's W. Axl Rose.

Any additions? We've got nothing but time. (For the record, that's a Jackson Browne tune.)

Addictions

It's been a while since I've posted. So, here's an overdue update.

Pregnancy is winding down, or so I think. Just 7 weeks left but it feels like an eternity. Does it ever get easier with subsequent pregnancies? I've talked to friends before that say they thoroughly enjoy pregnancy. Using such phrases as "never felt better" and "the happy hormone".

Good for them.

I've come to the conclusion that they're either seriously high or LYING.

Paul and I went to Las Vegas over the weekend to visit my sister and her family. It was a quick trip but a lot of fun. I coaxed them all into taking a late-night trip to the hospital where my brother-in-law works, and we were able to get a quick ultrasound in before the weekend was over (I'm addicted). It wasn't the BEST picture, but we were able to see him regardless. I mean, I KNOW he's there (confirmed by his vigorous punching and kicking of my innards day and night), but it was so comforting to see his little heart beating and his chubby little cheeks. We also confirmed for the second time that we've got a thumb-sucker. Takes after his mom in that department. I was a dedicated thumb-sucker right up until the ripe age of 5, when my mom successfully bribed me with Donny and Marie Osmond Barbie dolls if I'd stop.

I went cold turkey. And straight to K-Mart.

A few years later I paid for the thumb-sucking habit by having to wear an eternal retainer to correct the buckteeth I'd developed. My sisters affectionately called me "Bucky Beaver." I'm not entirely sure they understood the true definition of "affectionately." I'm still getting over that one.

I've recently taken up quilting (and am currently taking a class), which has been a really fun adventure. Ever since Paul and I started dating, he's been encouraging me to find "my thing". You know, he's got his music in all it's various incarnations and I've got, well, I've got things I LIKE to do, but have never been avidly dedicated to any of them. I think quilting might be it. At least for the next while, anyway. I love everything about it. The creativity, the beautiful fabrics and textiles, the colors and endless possibilities, even the sewing and pressing. I get into a zone and the time flies by. Which has also been helpful during my more and more frequent sleepless nights. I'm just about finished with my first living room throw and have already started on a baby quilt for the little bruiser in my belly. I have some fun ideas for a bedroom throw after that. But it doesn't just stop with quilting. This fabric thing has opened my mind to all sorts of fun decorating ideas and inspirations. Especially now that I'm addicted to other people's blogs about sewing and quilting. Who knew... blogging, quilting... what's next for me??

I'll take some photos of some of the things I'm working on, to add some fun color to this otherwise drab blog page.

Until then.

Random Nonsequential Photo II

The day we found out Holly was pregnant. And, no, I don't subscribe to the "we're pregnant" school of thought. As Holly can attest, I am definitely not harvesting a human in my belly, not getting kicked by said human, not prone to sudden nausea, not subject to sudden aches & pains, and I get plenty of sleep.

Random Nonsequential Photo

This was the day we found out we were having a boy, just before going into the doctor's office.

I've always loved this picture of Holly for a galaxy of reasons. But the main one is simply how genuinely happy she is.