Earlier this week, while belly and I stayed behind, hubs went out to see Widespread play. I dropped him and his friends off at the show and shuttled myself on back to the bungalow. No noodling for me. I really thought hard about it, but the noise and smoke was probably not the best idea. Plus my feet have been swelling towards the end of the day. Happy with my decision, I headed back and settled in with my new stack of books. I know I said I wasn't going to go crazy reading baby books, but I caved. The truth is I was kind of excited to delve in, but soon discovered I needed to alternate between baby book and Vogue. A little glorious fashion thrown in the mix kept my brain from overheating with too much information.
Happiest Baby on the Block : a gift from a friend (hoping this helps when I have a screaming baby in my hands)
Operating Instructions : saw it on here and seems really sweet
Nuture Shock : recommended by a friend, parenting psychology - looks interesting
What to Expect - the 1st year : folks call it the Bible for babies
Don't worry. I won't overdo it on "how to" books. Just giving myself a little help since I'm so clueless. And did I mention I went to a baby class at the hospital? The breastfeeding part was particularly helpful, but gracious it was ta-tas overload. The woman giving the class was a hoot. She wanted us to take the baby dolls and "practice" nursing techniques. I felt ridiculous holding this plastic baby to my chest in front of a large group of couples. Guess I'd better get used to it considering how often I'll have a live one attached to me pretty soon.
Somehow this little fella ended up in my Amazon package as well. He's very lovable and even makes soothing sounds like a heartbeat and whales. Ahh, I'm relaxed already. Now off to enjoy some lunch with a friend on this Friday afternoon. Happy weekend.