My baby(pants) takes the morning train... (not!)

Good afternoon, friends:)

Well, Babypants is 14 weeks today, or maybe in human years it is -0.5 years. Isn't that fantastic? Your week by week pregnancy tells me Babypants is 0.9 ounces today, about the size of a lemon. Babycenter.com tells me Babypants is 1.5 ounces today. Who to believe? Who to trust? I'm going with 1.5 ounces, because well, Kevin and I aren't little people, and we come from big families. Genetically, Babypants isn't going to be any wimpy human.

I still sometimes think it would be cool if Babypants was a dinosaur. haha. Babysaurus Rex.

Anyhow, there are a lot of things that have been on my mind lately. About Babypants. I grew up in a family where both parents worked, albeit my mom worked part time, and had wednesdays and weekends off. Kevin's mom did not work when he was young. I don't think a parent who works vs. a parent who does not work makes much difference as far as how your children turn out, what kind of people they grow up to be, or how loved they feel. I've talked about Kevin's childhood and my own quite a bit, and I think we can all agree, that despite the fact that my mom worked, there's definitely no obvious insinuations that Kevin was better cared for/more loved/ well adjusted than I was, so, there.

I talked to Kevin about this. He agrees. Although he would like me to stay home. Although he realizes that financially, that's not feasible right now.

But I've been thinking a lot about child care. A lot. Like just about all the time. And I think about how I never did day care. And neither did Kevin. Which doesn't make it bad, but, neither of us really know what it's like. Here are the things I know about day care:

1. It's freakin' expensive. We can kiss good bye almost $800 per month on daycare. We could pay another mortgage for that.

2. It's strangers. Probably nice strangers, but still, strangers. That may or may not love my baby. And they are going to spend a lot of time with the baby. Kevin and I worked it out that if I drop the baby off at 9 am at day care, and he picks it up when he gets out of work at 3 (maybe 3:15), well, then it's only 6 hours a day. But 6 hours a day seems so long for the baby to be with strangers.

3. It's not my mom.

4. It's not even my aunt Dee.

5. It's not even my sister in law.

6. The other kids are NOT my nieces and nephews.

7. Ultimately, I said the most important one already, it's not my mom. I think the fact that my mom does not work at any day care here in Delaware is key. More bothersome than 800 bucks a month, more bothersome than strangers, is that it's not my mom.

Don't you understand? This has always been the plan. Since the day I was a little girl pulling on my leotard for dance class while my mom impatiently hurried me a long, and I said "When I have five little girls of my own, will you take them all to dance class too?" and she agreed to it. So that's the plan. She reminded me of it long after I had grown up and forgotten it, of course jokingly, but, deep inside, that's what I want.

So Kevin and I talked about it, and we agreed, we do not want to put Babypants into day care. And not only do we not want to, we plan NOT to. No DC for BP (Or Babysaurus Rex, whichever you prefer).

One more thing--does anyone know if Charlotte on Sex and the City gets pregnant? I don't have HBO, but have been watching some of the reruns on TBS and stuff, and well, this morning when I was watching the one where she found out that none of her eggs were viable, and she was sitting on the park bench holding the older lady's dog and crying about how sad she was, it broke my heart, and I cried all morning for her. Tell me she gets pregnant. Does anyone know?