Lucidia Lohman

Due Date: T+1

Just as I expected, our little cookie/bean/tweeter/daughter is determined to stay put within the confines of Kelly’s “baby box.” Perhaps accustomed—even marginally addicted—to the long nights spent chatting it up with innards (ya know, pancreas… liver… small AND large intestine), relishing the odd vitamin or nutrient that is delivered via umboCord, and generally having the time of her young life, Lulu knows not the allure of the bright lights and the big city (Spartanburg… pffft… for now at least… tomorrow, the world!), and not much that her mom or dad can try to call through the layer of skin, muscle, and liquid shock absorption (”bag of waterzzz”) will do much to change her mind. Nope. Only a full-fledged eee-vic-tee-own will do now, and Kelly has assured me that she’s quite in tune with that (she has the Sheriff on speed dial and has already contacted the IUD locksmithery services to handle that part of the transition).

Still… I’m really looking forward to hearing that cry for the first time, and this waiting stuff is getting maddening.

As we wait around for contractions to organize into something a bit more… well… organized, we re-watch our “what to do [and not to do] when the little one arrives home,” perform a smattering of domestic engineering, play copious amounts of Tetris Party (and, for my part, Dr. Mario), and revisit our Bradley® workbook and notes (pausing to chuckle or flat-out guffaw at the random, semi-off-putting… er… liner notes and illustrations that we managed to capture to paper during class). As you can obviously see, I’m writing a blog post for the first time since, I believe, October (I do plan to write a LOT more once the little one arrives… you’ll all be sick of the anecdotes and the stories about the regular dotes), so we’ve really reached the brass tacks phase in the pregnancy.

Kel’s parents will be in town in a week (5:59 P.M. next Saturday, thereabouts), and we fully expect that a kicking, screaming, huggable little granddaughter will await them, hopefully more than a few days removed from her cozy confines (hint, hint, Lulu). That scenario will also obviously entail a couple of grizzled, sleep-deprived new parents, forever wired on too much caffeine, eternally grateful that the cavalry has arrived with some much-needed words of wisdom and encouragement regarding care and feeding of the new addition to the family and, perhaps more importantly, four arms in which she may find some temporary solace from the incessant purring from the big black menace known as Darnel.

Lulu, I can’t wait to hold you. The sun will surely rise and set at your beck and call. I’ll probably (definitely, if you ask Kelly) be wrapped so tightly around your finger that, when that day comes for you to (to use the parlance) “bling” it up a bit on your ring finger, much more than soap will be needed. But please, honey… don’t rush on my account. Your mother’s, however… yeah… get to steppin’

Love ya kiddo. See you soon!

1. Tomasene @ 12:45 pm
   on December 14th, 2008
   LuLu,
   I could tell you are going to be just like your Mom….
   A mind of your own…You will get here when you get here…but tell Grandpop Mike to let us know…
   Love Ya
   Tomi

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