The Waiting Game

A friend told us that the third trimester would go by very slowly, but we could not possibly imagine it would crawl along like this. We cruised through the first 8 months of this pregnancy. Now it has come to a standstill. We spend a lot of time staring at her rather large belly, wondering what that little one is waiting for (and how it is going to get out).

This time has, however, been great for taking care of quite a few final preparations. On the “First Time Parents Scale,” which runs from 1 to Crazy, I think we fall somewhere in the middle. Take a look at some of our setup below and let us know if you agree.


A few people have told us the Brianne doesn't seem miserable enough to be about to have a baby. She feels almost as great as she looks, so you won't hear any complaints from me.

This is how we typically pass the time.




















The car seat is secure and ready to roll.

The stroller is set for some neighborhood walks.

Our bags are packed and eagerly anticipating a couple days at the local hospital.

Brianne has picked two outfits to ensure our little girl will be irresistable and decidely feminine . . .

. . . and a few to show the dapper side of our little boy.

















We've gathered the bear necessities for emotional and physical strength.





















We have two beautiful blankets that will make the trip to the hospital. The white was brought by the Easter Bunny. The green one is incredibly soft and will be perfect for wrapping up our little baby burrito.



























Installation of the new shelves went very well courtesy of Dapa Johnson.




























I have tried many times to get Brianne to give away some (most) of these darn children's books. My arguments in favor of saving space and utilizing the library fell on deaf ears. I think some things are "in the blood," and books are certainly in hers. There is now plenty of excess shelf space . . . we'll see how long it lasts.




















A few favorite board books to get the little one started right. Included is "Guess How Much I love you," which Brie actually gave me while we are dating. Please don't overanalyze that one.



















The baby's closet is taking shape. Brianne sorted all of the gender neutral clothing by size, and my dad put in some extra shelves and drawers on the sides.




















This was a gift from Nama Johnson, and I was happy to get it. Nothing says crazy-first-time-parent like a doorknob decoration proclaiming our baby a star.



















My skill is improving at setting up the mini prison, but speed is still lacking.




























I think deep down we hoped that completing all the preparations would send some sort of signal to the baby, like "okay, you can come on out now." It seems our little one lacks a sense of urgency, much like its father. We're left playing the waiting game.