August 1993

never know what kind of a moodAugust – 1993
I’m huge, but I really have done well in keeping my weight on track. I’m almost to the 25 pounds minimum you’re supposed to gain when pregnant. We think it’s a girl based on the ultrasound; I wanted to know because I’d rather be able to really plan. We’re going rather neutral with the colors and decorations, but would be very surprised if the baby is a boy. My main concern is that we get the baby’s room ready. I always assumed that we’d just take my vanity out of the bedroom across the hall from ours, and convert my changing room into a nursery. Lou insists that the baby’s room be downstairs instead. He says it will give the child a sense of more independence. I really don’t agree and do not want that. I know that with the monitors you can easily hear, but it is just so far away from our room, I just don’t like it. And I know I’m going to be the one who will be getting up in the middle of the night anyway. I didn’t win that debate, though, so now he is repairing the walls and getting ready to paint. I just hope I don’t go early with delivery.

We have a lot of stuff from my baby shower. My two girlfriends from Playtex and HP worked together on it, and it was really nice. My parents and sister, and Mia came to surprise me. I acted surprised, anyway. Someone said something to me in a phone conversation about missing my party, and I mentioned the comment to Lou, not realizing that he may have known about the party, also. He got irritated that the individual was so careless, and then told me all the details, including who my surprise out of town guests would be, and said I should just act surprised. I kind of wish he had acted like he didn’t know anything either instead of spilling all the beans.

He says that he’s getting used to the idea of having a baby, but it still seems like he is just down or grumpy so much of the time now. I try to do what I can to help out and make it easier for him. I just never know what kind of mood he’s going to be in, so it’s hard to be excited about baby stuff in front of him when I don’t know how he’ll react when I talk about it.

We hired a Nanny / Office Assistant, which lasted just about one month. She was really young, and wasn’t really mature enough at 19 to handle the responsibilities. We’ve been working on getting together a mailing list to do a teamwork and production sequencing seminar on our own, so she was working with Lou on that. There’s no baby yet, so all of her time is with him in the office. Anyway, one day she told Lou she wasn’t feeling well, and wanted to go home. He told her that she should tough it out and stay. She went home anyway, and that was it for her employment. Toughing it out wasn’t so freaking tough anyway. I came home from work one day and found her laying out on the floor propped up with pillow reading off names and addresses to Lou while he typed them into the mailing list database. They were laughing and giggling the whole time, especially because she couldn’t pronounce Aurora, Illinois. So Lou decided he wanted to name our baby Aurora. He was doing some repairs to the front steps to the house, and had to put down new concrete. I came home to find he had engraved into the concrete his initials, my initials, the nanny/secretary’s initials, and the name Aurora. I have to admit I was happy when she stormed out on him and quit. And I was very happy when we had a water pipe leak and Lou had to rip up the concrete again, and relay it with no initials. The Aurora name idea is a mute point as well. That was not going to happen. We hired a new girl, who is very sweet, and a very hard worker. I think she will do great. We don’t pay that much, considering what we are asking them to do, but we are offering to help with college classes if she wants to go forward with her education. She wants to be a singer, so I don’t know how long she’ll actually be with us.

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