This month we’ve been busy getting ready for kid #2 to enter the world. At times I may mention “Chuck” in reference to my daughter. That’s not her real name in case you were wondering. Working on codename for kid number two. Ideas include Hopscotch, Machete and Chalupa Batman. Feel free to vote. It may or may not affect the decision.
So…nesting. If you have been pregnant or have lived with a pregnant lady, been around one, etc – you probably know what I’m talking about. Before Chuck was born I’d come home from work to find Liz had re-arranged another room in the house. I’m not talking about scooting a few items around. I’m talking about moving book cases and steel shelves along with everything that was on them from one end of the apartment to the other. I’ve been told there’s an extremely strong, compelling feeling it just has to be done. While Liz has been doing her cleaning and prepping in the house, it seems as though I’ve been doing similar, silly things outside in this ridiculously cold weather, which isn’t good for my lungs.
In the past few weeks I’ve shoveled snow, moved fallen branches and have attempted to push cars stuck in the driveway three times with only one failed attempt. All of this in sub-zero temperatures and not wearing a scarf or any kind of facemask. Last Friday was the last of these silly feats of strength where I was shoveling snow and pushing my two-ton car while Liz was in the driver’s seat. It took about 30 minutes, but we got the car into the garage so it wouldn’t turn into a major snow drift. I thought I might not be able to walk back into the house, but I did and fortunately avoided an ER trip.
The thing is, this stuff has to be done and there’s not really anyone else to do it. Maybe this is what nesting is all about? The good news is I have tons of prednisone at home so I can always alter my dose/taper and get myself back on track without having to seek help or go see a doctor. I’m also much better than I was 4-5 months ago so doing a treatment or using an inhaler seems to result in me feeling at least somewhat better. Back when I was nebbing 8-10x a day I was just always feeling awful.
So any day now we’ll be the parents of two kids instead of one. I have no idea what that’ll be like, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out. We figured out how to handle one kid.