In 2 days, I will be delivering my first child, a girl, by cesarean. Her name will be Sagan, named after the great Carl Sagan, a man that my husband and I find to be very inspiring.

Until I learned that she was breech, I planned to have a natural birth. By natural, I mean I wanted to do it the way billions of women for millions of years have done it; by gritting their teeth, screaming until they were hoarse, and pushing out a baby without the aid of painkillers. This isn’t because I’m some kind of superwoman, or because I have a high tolerance for pain, or because I am brave. Quite the opposite, actually. It’s because I am terrified of having an epidural. Seriously, I’ve been having all sorts of dreams about it. Not one of them has been pleasant. I have a very irrational fear that I will end up paralyzed. I know it’s irrational, but I can’t shake it. So I’ve been pacing Sagan’s room, cleaning things that are already cleaned, and self-medicating with Charleston Chew like it’s Brooklyn in the 50’s.

Today I wrote a post on the baby’s blog. Yes, we have a blog for our baby. Don’t all kids these days have their own domains before they’re born? No? Well, add that to the list of reasons why I’m a complete nerd. By the time you’re done reading this post, you’ll have another thing to tack on the list. The rest of this post is a very slightly edited version of what I put on the baby’s blog, mostly because I’m lazy and it was easier than creating a whole new post.

With just 2 days to go I am having a hard time accepting that there is simply nothing else that needs to be done. I’ve scrubbed and wiped and dusted every surface, I’ve decorated, I’ve washed no less than 30 loads of laundry… And that was all done a month ago. I still go into her room every few days and stand there, staring at everything, trying to think of what else I can do. We prepared so early that I’m left with a sense that there is a lot to do when there is actually nothing. How many times can a clean room be cleaned? Something like a dozen, apparently.

As I’ve mentioned before, we were very thrifty when it came to buying baby supplies. Almost every major purchase we made was a used item at a fraction of the cost of new. The crib? Used. The dresser/changing table? Used (and quite hideous. But it was only $20, and I plan to refinish it over the summer, hopefully). The clothes? Used. The decorations? Used. The diaper pails? Used (don’t worry, they were spotlessly clean). The baby swing? Used.

We figured, why spend money on new things when we don’t need things to be new? In the end, we saved thousands. Literally, over $4,000 was saved. There are some very in-depth posts about this process coming up, as soon as I figure out how to sort all of the data I collected. We started searching for the used items the day I found out I was pregnant. We wanted to make sure to have enough time to get everything at the best possible price. We certainly accomplished our goal, and here is the end result.

What kind of mobile is that?

That’s a Star Trek mobile.

Crafted from (used) Star Trek Christmas ornaments.

If they were on a Christmas tree, they would plug in to the lights and light up.

I know, poor Sagan has a dork for a mom. What can I say? I was inspired while watching an episode of Voyager.

The cushy blue rocking chair came from a room in the house that was basically unused. Free chair!

The beautiful blanket was hand-knit by her Oma.

See how ugly the dresser is? Ick. I’d have refinished it already if paint fumes were safe for pregnant women.

The bookshelves were already a part of the room, they just needed the knick-knacks taken off and the books reorganized.

The books, as well as the a-z bookends, are all from my childhood. I’m so glad my mom was smart enough to save them.

Seriously, how cute are baby shoes? The fake pink Uggs cost me $2, used. The black boots were a gift at the baby shower, with instructions that she is to wear them for her first night out clubbing.

The shelving also makes a great place to store diaper-changing supplies, since we have a dresser as a changing table rather than a table with its own shelves.

How cute is this night light? It was in my husband’s bedroom when he was a child.

I decided it was a smart idea was to buy a baby item every time I visited Target or Walmart throughout the whole pregnancy. I figured that purchasing 1 pack of diapers, or 1 tube of ointment, or 1 bottle of baby lotion at a time would help to make the expense feel negligible. Of course I got a bunch of things like that at the shower, too. Lots of things that I hadn’t yet gotten, actually, which was wonderful!

I also didn’t want to have to go out and purchase anything at all for at least the first 2 months. This may be naive, since I’ve never been a parent before, and there are probably things I missed. I did try to be very thorough, though, and I may have actually succeeded. Did you know babies typically go through 8,000-10,000 diapers before they are potty trained? That is a mind boggling number to me.

I have hundreds of size 1 diapers. Like, 950. Yes, I really have 950 size 1 diapers. Let’s hope that’s enough for 2 months! I also have 1100 wipes, which compared to the number of diapers I have now seems like it’s probably not enough. Well, as long as it’s enough for 2 months I’ll be happy.

So with the room complete, and the house as clean as it’s getting, I guess all I have to do is relax and enjoy the last 2 days I have of life as I know it. The weather is nice, maybe I’ll take Buckles for a walk in the park. Maybe my husband and I will go out for dinner one last time. I could get some work done in the garden. Or maybe I should just take a nap. Sleep is something I won’t be getting much of for the next few years.

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