We spent about an hour putting the crib up last week. I did all the labor, and Wife provided the encouragement while seated in the rocking chair. It wasn't too difficult though. Wife and I did get into a small dispute about where in the room to put the crib.
Wife: Ok, now move the crib over by the wall in front of the door.
Me: No, I'm putting it by the window.
Wife: Why would you put it by the window?
Me: So he can absorb the sunlight needed to grow up strong.
Wife: Why do you say dumb things?
Me: It's not dumb, it's true. He'll be able to get his energy from the sun like his ol' dad.
Wife: Or, we can put it in front of the door so when we walk by the room we can just peek in and see him to make sure he's ok.
Me: What about the sun?
Wife: We'll put the rocking chair there. You can hold him in the sun all you want.
Me: I like that. Good idea.
Walking by the baby room, the crib sits in plain view. I pass the room often. I picture the Kicker sleeping in there. With the crib being put together, the baby room looks more like a baby room and less like a spare bedroom. The whole construction of the crib seemed to tie things together and bring the baby idea to life. All because of the crib.
Not long after the crib construction, me and the Kicker started a new thing. Anytime I put my hand on Wife's belly, Kicker responds. No lie. I usually say something like, "Hey, you better not be keeping your mom up at night." Or, "Make sure you're getting all your vitamins." And, "I know it's cramped, but try some plyometrics or push ups if you have the available space." Kicker quickly responds with - what I believe to be - a fist bump. Or possibly a swift kick of acknowledgement. Either way, we are communicating quite effectively.
He's starting to become a person. The baby has a bed now. And the three of us are loosely hanging out together. As of late, I've been wondering what it would be like to hold the Kicker when he's born. He'll be visible and touchable. I won't have to picture him in his crib, or imagine what his reactions are to my comments. Since I had all this on my mind, I told Wife about it.
Me: I can't wait to hold the baby when he's born. I keep thinking about it.
Wife: Can you believe it's so close?
Me: Will the doctor give me a blanket to hold him?
Wife: Actually, the mother is usually the first to hold the baby.
Me: You'll be passed out won't you? When will I get him?
Wife: After me. But he'll be covered in blood and fluid and all red and nasty anyways.
Me: Nevermind.
It's been a wild week. Call it a "waterfall moment" or something (waterfall moment explained). The baby seems to be more real, more tangible. Everything was fine up until a week ago. I guess it's all because of the crib.
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