I went through the bins of baby clothes this week and figured out that we really, really don’t need much in the way of clothing for this baby.
Because Pip’s due date is so close to Vic’s birthday, the sizes will even match up to the weather for the most part, so we don’t have to do much in the way of replacing.
That said, there are some things that wore out or were badly stained by Mr. Eats-A-Lot, mostly in the ‘daily use’ category.
Hence I’ve populated the registry with some very basic, basics. Plain white onesies. A couple of extra hooded towels. That sort of thing.
I also did a bit of shopping at Basic Brilliance since they’re having a sale, and beefed up our selection of cardigans-and-pants and baby gowns since I gave a lot of the ones we had away to friends.
Doing the shopping has made me feel a lot better. We’ve had so much going on that we haven’t paid attention to Pip’s potential needs as much as we did to Victor’s. I guess that’s partly normal, with a second baby, especially when you’ve got plenty of Baby Stuff already squirreled away in the closet. But I’ve been feeling the urge to do Pip-specific shopping lately and now I know we’re just about set.
Oh yeah. Except for socks.
I need to go to Rockridge to stock up on Tic Tac Toe baby socks.
In the meantime, Pip continues to display mellow behavior, though I am feeling more and more kicking and arm-flailing and hiccuping. The activity tends to take place mostly very early in the morning, after mealtimes and as I’m going to bed at night. So far though, no middle of the night “YO MOM WAKE UP” kicks as with big bro Vic.
I’m starting to feel pretty good now. The only issue is Vic’s own sleeping patterns, which haven’t been terribly good lately. He stays up too late, and then wakes up thirsty very early in the morning and then has trouble settling down, which leaves me often trying to get my engine revved on less than 6 hours of sleep. At least my energy levels overall have increased, so it’s not as dire as it was a few weeks ago. This means I’m starting to nest though, and keep eyeing the corners of the apartment with an eye towards baby, rather than toddler safety.
I tidied up Vic’s room today, stowing all the toys, collecting various things he’d strewn around the apartment and am fairly pleased with the results. This also means the space is in better condition for dealing with finding places to put the baby’s stuff too, since we only have the one dresser in there for Victor and it’s … full.
