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LITTLE PARENT ON THE PRAIRIE by Tracy Kirby

(page 48) JULY 2015

I know what you’re thinking. And I know. I don’t even know myself anymore, either. Then, of course there is the cleaning. I feel like I have been reduced to a cleaning robot. In efforts to provide a sterile environment for a newborn, I feel like almost every moment of my day involves some sort of tidying. But, I have to tell you, it’s the damnedest thing: While I keep cleaning, these people I live with! They just keep eating. They keep wearing clothes. They keep dropping stuff on the floor. And with a gigantic baby subsiding directly in my abdominal cavity, at this point, if it’s on the floor it might as well be in Cuba, because this pregnant gal can’t pick anything up. It’s almost as if nesting has become futile, because my efforts are constantly being undermined by a toddler, a dog, and a grown man. Thus, in these last days I’ve given up on the cleaning aspect. My mother arrives tomorrow and I will more than appreciate the extra hands and able body, as mine in this state of pregnancy, well, it is just not able. So instead of cleaning, sewing, and all the other insane things I have found myself doing to pass the time these past few weeks, I have taken to just soaking up these precious moments with my daughter.

Our final moments as a trio At the time of this writing, I am a mere seven days away from meeting our new baby boy. This will be our second child, our first boy, and our first baby we were able to carry to full term. To say we are wildly excited would be a gross understatement, but as we have reached these last several days of waiting, we also find ourselves wildly bored out of our minds and beyond ready to look upon the face of our baby boy. While I consider myself “Procrastinator Extraordinaire” - to the point I should probably list it on my resume under “skills,” preparing for this baby I have been body snatched and transformed into “Patty Prepared.” The nursery was done weeks ago. I planted my garden. Blankets have been folded and refolded. All baby gear has been purchased and stored, and to top it off, I even started sewing. People, that’s how real it is: I’m so bored that I am sewing. I’ve sewn curtains, baby things, baby blankets, and I was just looking at a YouTube tutorial on how to make a tie for my dog.

Image by Crista Ballard

We only have seven days left together with just her and me during the day, so I want to truly make the most of our time. We have spent long days at the park and pool, and yesterday, we spent a long rainy day inside baking. Foolishly thinking baking is a good idea with a fervently independent toddler, I had grand notions of several dozen cookies and a fresh-baked cake awaiting my mother when she arrived. Instead, I found my kitchen looking like a scene out of Twister with only one dozen edible cookies, a broken bowl on the floor, a scared dog cowering in the corner because of the commotion, and a half-eaten cake. Sorry, Mom. But in the end, there was my daughter: Standing on her stool wearing an apron, silly-happy with chocolate smeared all over her face and extremities shouting, “I can’t wait to show Daddy cookies!” This is it, I thought to myself. These are the moments I’m going to remember forever. Follow Tracy on her blog, littleparentontheprairie.com. She would love to hear from you!

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