I understand that there’s a substantial portion of people who find Twitter unnecessary. To them, it is just a lot of oversharing of meaningless information.
They’re not entirely wrong and I get where they’re coming from, but for some of us Twitter is a lot of things. It’s our connection to the outside world. It’s our social circle. It’s our source of news. It’s our outlet.
So I know it may sound strange, but I fully anticipate that I shall tweet my way through labor, delivery and my hospital stay with Tessa. Because… why not?
Every time someone I know on Twitter has a baby I sit there in suspense waiting for them to post something. There is just something about knowing that someone is having a baby but not knowing what’s happening that makes me a little crazy. I know I’m not alone in this. And since Twitter is a place where I can share news and happenings with my friends, of course I’m going to take the opportunity to keep them updated.
So call me crazy for live-tweeting my labor. But I will be packing my phone charger and assuming all goes well I plan to send the occasional update. I don’t see it as crazy. I see it as a chance to tell my friends about an important event. So if you’re a birth junkie and you aren’t already following me on Twitter, you may want to even if it’s just for the next week or so while we wait for this baby to make an appearance. And I’d love to chit chat if I get a chance while I lay there in my hospital bed waiting to dilate. (It may sound crazy but last time Eric fell asleep during most of my labor. I was BORED.)
Soon after the baby is born you can expect an excessive amount of baby pictures. Before I had kids I found these displays annoying. But now I am a sucker for them as I melt into a puddle of “OMG Baybeeeeee.” I know there are more of you like me, so I will be happy to be your source for a while.
Also, if you live in the Boston area, I’m renting out baby-holding shifts. If you miss that new baby smell but aren’t ready to commit to a new baby of your own, you can borrow mine for a little while and I will go take a nap. However, if you think you are done having babies, I recommend you stay far away. I cannot take any responsibility for what you might do after you encounter Tessa. Graham was wicked adorable and I doubt his sister will be any different.
As for us, we are much closer to ready. Eric is home on paternity leave. My Mom flew in on Saturday night. Rooms are being cleaned. Meals are being prepared. It is miraculous.
Also, my Mom made some baby blankets for Tessa and even learned how to embroider so she could put the baby’s name on them. Tell me they are not the cutest things you’ve ever seen.
I expect they will only temporarily be the cutest things ever. Because in a few days the little baby wrapped up in these blankets will surpass them as the official cutest thing ever.
(Here is my obligatory complaint that I am still pregnant. OW I AM STILL PREGNANT OOOWWWWWW.)