Even though there is little, if any, evidence of baby preparation around my house, Iâ€™ve been working every day on preparing mentally for July 12 (aka Due Date) and thereafter.
I make to-do lists. I read my pregnancy book. I pore over ratings on cribs, car seats and carriers. I think constantly about my diet and worry about nourishing the little man inside, wonder whether heâ€™ll latch on to my boob when the time comes and if Iâ€™ll have the time and energy to make most of his baby food from scratch.
My network of moms and dads have told me that one can never truly prepare for the arrival of a child. â€śYou just learn as you go,â€ť they say. And that makes sense, but, good God, that means I have to pay close attention. At all times. Even when Iâ€™m bored, or unmotivated, or sleep-deprived and crabby.
Which brings me to the following conclusion: This kid â€” heâ€™s going to be one charismatic dude, even more so than his father, who from Day 1 re-ignited my creativity, perseverance and optimism for a happy ending.