This morning Isaac was playing with a bunch of pillows in the master bed, and he invented a new game for himself. He surrounded himself with four of the pillows and declared he was in the uterus. I put another pillow on top of his back. He said it was very comfortable in the uterus, but that it was time to be born. So as I made grunting noises and (gently) squeezed the pillow around him, he slowly wriggled his way out.
"Did you see him?" he asked. "Did you see the baby's head coming out of the vagina? Is he now right there in your lap?" So I cuddled him, told him how loved he was, and generally welcomed him to the world, just like with an actual new baby. Unlike an actual new baby (thankfully), he ended up being born about seven times in total.
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Do you recall our brilliant plan for putting the new baby's crib in the master closet? Unfortunately it was derailed by a recent study that found that running a fan in an infant's bedroom reduces the risk of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome by 70%. If good air circulation plays such an important role, I didn't see how we could stick a crib in a windowless closet, even one that's 77 square feet.
So instead we're going to put the crib into a room that's 81 square feet. It's not much bigger, but the ceilings are higher, there aren't a bunch of clothes hanging in it, and it has a window. And this way we can make it into an actual dedicated bedroom for the kid, not just a place where we found a little bit of room for her to sleep.
The room currently serves as our office, which means that all the stuff in there -- desk, filing cabinet, computer, router, printer, etc. -- needs to be relocated. Where? Into the master closet, I guess.
When? It had better be pretty soon. Only 12 weeks left to go.
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