I can’t believe that it is October already ! This means that we have about one month left before the arrival of the newest addition to our family. I have one week of work left and honestly, can’t wait for my maternity leave to start. This pregnancy has been so much harder than the one with Una and I am really looking forward to getting some rest and squeezing a nap or two in during the day since decent nightime sleep has become a thing of the past or so it seems.
The time kind of snuck up on us, we went to Serbia in August then my sister and her family came for two weeks and before we knew it I was 32 weeks pregnant and I realised that we had pretty much done nothing in line of preparing for the baby. Of course we already have a lot of baby gear from Una, so the big basics like the cot, pram, car seat etc are already there, but there was tons of little things that we still needed and this had set me into a proper panic mode. Mark is already not having the most stellar time of his life watching me not handling this pregnancy very well (and putting up with my mood swings but let’s not talk about that) so to avoid another meltdown he quickly agreed to spend the following weekend shopping. The baby room full of stuff that needs to be sorted out/washed/put away has calmed my nerves down a little bit and I feel a bit more prepared. Kind of. There is still lots to be done though (at least in my head) and I have a sneaky feeling that I will feel the same as during the last weeks of my pregnancy with Una – while most women can’t wait for the eviction day as the pregnancy draws closer (or past!) to the magic due date I was hoping I would not go into labour just yet because I had this and this to finish. Una, being the daughter of the most punctual man on Earth decided to announce her arrival exactly on her due date at which point I realised that I actually was perfectly ready for her arrival. And all was good. I hope it goes the same this time around.
Aside from worrying about the practical stuff, as the time goes on, the excitement of meeting baby Mili is building up (Mili is the nickname I picked for him/her, made up from the two names that were in the game back then when we actually had some ideas – I will come back to this later). I am so looking forward to meeting this little person, getting to know him/her, who she/he looks like and simply having him/her become part of our little family. At the same time I wonder what it will be like, having already experienced the undescribable joy of meeting a child of your own, to go through this with the second child. I am not worried in the least bit that I will not love him/her as much as I love Una, I know I will, I already do. But I am wondering how similar or different the experience will be compared to the one with Una, starting from labour – will it be as long as the first one; seeing him/her for the first time – will I feel that same surge of happiness and love as I did with Una; the first days – the pain, exhaustion and all I was so incredibly happy during my kraamtijd with Una… And then what kind of a baby will he/she be? Firmly determined that naps are completely overrated (although even if this will be the case this time around I will be armed with the knowledge that they do survive on minimal daytime sleep) or a night owl? Good eater like Una or a fussy one? Will he/she be another spitting image of Mark’s or will some of my features creep in? If it is a girl, will she be a princess-of-all-things-pink-and-girly kind of girl like her big sister or more like me when I was little? And if it is a boy, what will it even be like to have a boy? Yes, I know that a child is much more than its gender but still, I feel like I am kind of getting the hang of being a mum to a little girl…
And then the name story, oh boy. We thought we were set with the boy’s name since we already had one with the first pregnancy. It was a great name, we both liked it, it was international enough that it would fit into all the three cultures, voila. Or so we thought, until it came to spelling. Mark knew that I wanted to have it spelt with an “F” not a “Ph” and he was cool with that until he actually typed the name out to tell a friend. All of a sudden he realised that Filip (the way I had it in my head all along and the spelling I am used to) looks wrong and misspelt. To say that I felt similar about Philip would be an understatement so the name went out of the window and we were back to the drawing board. And girl names – well there we had absolutely nothing. I had used the one name I was in love with and that was it. Now, you must know that I married the most creative man on Earth when it comes to distorting perfectly normal names and making them sound like something bizarre or finding the most obscure reasons why they are not good choices. So Anja sounded too much like onion (?!), Sergei would most certainly be pronounced like “sir-gay”, Lana would just be too matchy with Una and Jana, Stefan – this is his colleague’s name and we couldn’t possibly have him think that he named his child after him; need I go further? And don’t get me started on the whole thing of having middle names, how does that work for people who can’t even find one? BTW, middle names are not necessary, I don’t have one and come from a whole nation of people who don’t have one and we are all just fine. Or if we are not, that is certainly not because we don’t have two names. But I digress. So as of today, less than 6 weeks before the due date, we have: the first name for a girl that we both like, the middle name for a boy (Mark’s late Dad’s middle name), a candidate for the first name for a boy that Mark is warming up to and no middle name for a girl (apparently Eleonora is an old lady’s name). I really hope we settle this soon otherwise we might end up with Willem or Beatrix (nothing wrong with these names btw, I am just not that fond of the idea of the municipality clerk choosing a name for my baby).