Tomorrow is the big day. Tomorrow afternoon, my husband and I will head to the doctor’s office for my 20-week appointment. We will get to see our sweet baby and hear his or her heartbeat and find out if we are having a baby girl or a baby boy.
I am so excited. I feel like finding out the gender of your child makes it seem real. Then you can really plan and decorate and give that little peanut a name and talk to it and get everything they will ever wear through their first year monogrammed with their initials.
Disclaimer: Finding out the gender of my child is a personal choice. I like to plan things and not knowing would drive me crazy! I have great respect for people that do not find out. I know it is one of the few surprises left in life. But I am not one of those people.
It really hit me the other day that in five months I am going to have another little nugget at home to take care of and parent and love and keep alive. I panicked for a bit. But I know in the end it will work out.
I can do this. My family can do this. I will survive on no sleep. I will survive insane amounts of laundry and blown out diapers and bottles and crying and smiles and adorable baby snuggles. All while my toddler runs around like a tiny maniac singing songs and trying to give the dog a hug.
Then I started thinking, well, shit, I am also responsible for making sure these little humans turn into good people. Do I talk to my toddler enough about what makes a good person? Do we have long conversations about what I hope he does in the future?
Hell no. I can’t even get the kid to sit still long enough to put on his pajamas.
So I thought I would write it out. So I don’t forget. And so one day I can read it to him and Baby #2. And so in ten years I can go back and remember how crazy and trying and frustrating and scary it was to have a toddler and a newborn. And that I survived. Hopefully. Or I could be reading this from a mental institution. Either way it will work.
So here goes:
- Don’t ever quit. If you start something, you need to finish it. Quitting will only make you regret not following through. I don’t care if it’s a sports team or a school project. Always see it out to the end. Most of the time, it will show you that you are capable of more than you ever imagined.
- Be nice to everyone. I don’t care who it is. People are people and they all deserve to be treated with kindness and respect, no matter who they are.
- Always try your hardest. Don’t ever half ass anything. If you are going to do something, go all out. You only get so many chances in life.
- Don’t take anything for granted. Be grateful for all the things you have and have been blessed with. You are extremely fortunate whether you realize it at this point or not.
- It’s okay to be scared. That is usually a sign that something great and exciting is about to happen.
- Laugh. What’s the point of anything if you don’t have fun doing it?
- Don’t get your belly button pierced. This is really just if this baby ends up being a girl. I followed the trend in college and now have a gaping hole in my pregnant belly. It’s not attractive.
- Don’t settle. You are seriously awesome! Don’t ever settle for mediocrity. You deserve the best!
- Work your ass off. Hard work pays off. And you will never be successful if you don’t work for it.
- Chase your crazy dream. Your mom and dad both chased their crazy dreams and if we hadn’t, we would have so much regret. I don’t care if it’s playing a sport professionally or owning a business or breaking a record. Just go for it. Unless your dream is to be a drug kingpin. Then don’t chase that dream.
- Pray. Whenever you are happy, sad, scared, worried, concerned, thankful or bored. Say a prayer and everything will be better.
- Don’t ever watch a live video feed for a week waiting for a giraffe to give birth. It’s not worth it. And in the end, do you really want to see that happen?
- Don’t lie to your parents. They will find out the truth. Always. I hope.
This is just the start. Being a good parent is hard. I hope I can raise good kids that turn into great adults. It’s a lot of pressure but I’m up for the challenge.
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