Ready or not

YOW!  Tomorrow I’m having a baby!!!

It’s been a really great few days around here, plump not only with baby, but with excitement and joy and fear and STRESS about what in the world we’ll name this kid.  Aren’t boys’ names way harder to pick than girls’?  We think so.  We’ve finally narrowed it down to two, and we’ll just see which one suits him once we get a look at his sweet face.

Last week we decided we really needed to do something crazy just days before birth, something memorable and weird so the myth of our child’s birth week could be endlessly fun to tell.  I’m having so many contractions, though, that only get worse when I’m on my feet for very long, and really, how wacky can you be when you’re 9 months pregnant???  N. brainstormed hunting, but seeing as neither of us like killing things, and I hate loud noises, and really, neither of us has any need to hunt, EVER, we settled on a milder alternative:  fishing.

So Monday we packed up the car and headed for the coast, intending to rent poles and fish off the pier at Capitola.  It was a gorgeous day, and a gorgeous drive, and we soaked in all of it.  The pier was speckled (beyond bird poop) with a motley crew of fisherpeople, but none were catching anything and the day was just so beautiful and our hands just so clean that…we decided we’d just watch.  I have very fond memories of fishing with my dad as a kid, but my record for catching fish as an adult is a grand whopping zero, and I guess for now it’ll stay that way.  (Mind you, my record says nothing of how many times I’ve actually fished.  Which is quite a few.  The closest I’ve come to a catch, though, was lassoing a sardine through the little loop of line that gets made when you knot your hook to the line on the pole.  Pretty impressive, no?)Img_0205

We couldn’t have asked for a better day, though, and after strolling the beach and the quaint shops in the area (interspersed with sitting on benches every hundred yards), and a VERY yummy ice cream cone, we came home satisfied.  Here’s a beach picture of me and my belly.

Yesterday was full of finishing up house projects and trying to pick a name, and a fabulous dinner at a little Indian restaurant.  We feel happy and excited and just can hardly believe tomorrow is it.

Thanks to all of you for your kind thoughts and wishes – here and by phone and email.  We’ve so appreciated every one of them.

Until soon, and with a giddy grin,

Kristin


5 Responses to “Ready or not”

  1. revsparker says:

    wow that went fast. (from my perspective) Tomorrow is my sweetie’s birthday and he is a great human being. I’ll be praying down blessings on your family.

  2. Jenell says:

    Post pictures!!! We had a few left-over boy’s names… Fergus and Milo were two of my picks that were rejected by dear husband. Feel free to use them (apparently no one else in our culture is using them these days, either!). I hope the 25th is a fabulous day, with as little pain as possible, and that your boy’s name comes clear to you as soon as you see his beautiful face.

  3. Fran says:

    Your little guy is in the world by now. Congratulations to you and your husband. Your time will be very limited, but I’m sure looking forward to hearing about him–and about how things are going.

  4. seeker says:

    Exciting! I hope you end up posting a picture of him.

  5. bobbie says:

    hurray! we’ll be praying, enjoy every minute (even the painful ones!) they grow so very fast, i can hardly believe mine are 9 & 7 - yikes, seems like just yesterday.

    your picture is beautiful, glad you had a memorable day!

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