Earlier this week, our son sat down at the table and said to me, “when are we going to name the baby?” I told him that was a good question.
At this point in my last pregnancy, the nursery was emptied and painted, and we’d started really preparing. He was named. So many differences.
He came up with an idea. When the baby comes (he thinks she’s coming to visit and then she’s leaving), he will see who she looks like in comparison to his friends at school – and name her after his friend. Last night, he decided that the baby has a name. Schroeder. Like our friends’ cat.
Today he stuck with the name Schroeder. I don’t know why he has stuck with that name.
I am feeling very unprepared for this child. I just keep hoping she doesn’t arrive early. We aren’t ready.
The transition of Lucas into his new room is taking longer than I’d hoped, but he’s at least accepting it. Months ago he refused to believe he was moving into a new room. Now that things are moving out, I think he’s getting excited about his new bed and all the new things this room will bring.
I think we’re going to see a definite change in our boy’s behavior when he gets his new room. Lately it hasn’t been stellar. There’s been a lot more back talking and overall defiance. I really want him to be used to his new space before the baby comes, so he’s not dealing with as much with that arrival. And maybe that’s why I’m feeling so anxious about getting things moved around now. I feel like we’re running out of time (and to be honest, I have a lot of people requesting a lot of things from me and there is so much this pregnant girl can do.)
So the countdown is on….as long as this unnamed child stays put until her due date.