There’s big change in the air around here these days. James and I are waiting for Bambino to make his debut in the next couple of weeks (or any day now) and we’re preparing ourselves in as many ways as we can: carseat inspections, crib and baby gym assemblies, packing our bags for the hospital. Cleaning the ever-loving shit out of our house, laundering the teensiest clothes in the land, swooning, repeating. Squeezing in dinner plans, finishing up work projects, taking late meetings. Listening to rap as loud as we want, watching shoot ’em up movies with lots of guns, violence and cursing. Cursing (sigh). Eating cake for breakfast without guilt, making slow-roasted salmon for dinner and cooking huge meals, carefully labeled for the freezer.
We are frantically rushing to live the last days of this kind of freedom to the fullest. To “do it while we can” or “enjoy this time” as everyone paradoxically warns us to, like oncologists doling out three week prognoses. All the while knowing that our efforts are futile: “you can never be prepared.” All the while being reassured by how much we will love this little guy: “it’s all so worth it.”
Still, I’m splitting my time between Baby Brain daydreams and a deep feeling of nostalgia for these days, when it’s just James and me, knowing that they are numbered. Our family is about to change forever and “just the two of us” is becoming a party of three. I’ll have to share him with another love. A truly bittersweet feeling.
I’m already appreciating how quiet my house is while I work or how effortlessly I can enjoy the company of my favorite adults with 100% attention.
I’m already feeling like the Maggie that used to trade in business meetings and scoping new restaurants is making way for the Maggie that will trade in Mommy Groups and scoping new playgrounds. (What will she be like?)
I know I said I wasn’t going to impose any expectations on the 2015 Maggie, but we all knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. So in my final act of rebellion, I’m also squeezing in some big changes with this blog.
I’m in the process of migrating my blog to a self-hosted WordPress site. I’m stepping out from under the protective wing of WordPress’s ready-made blogs for a format that allows me more freedom and autonomy.
You may have noticed some cosmetic changes in the last couple weeks. While I tweak the layout to my liking, there will be some temporary flaws, farts and clunks – what happened to your fonts? Where’s your header? I feel like I’m walking down 5th Avenue with my underwear showing, but I’m convinced that it’s good for me.
Just bear with me while I pick my respective baby and blogging wedgies, and everything will be okay. This should be interesting.