Operation Healthy Baby

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Operation Healthy Baby

I've thought the way that Jen Lessinger scrapbooks her baby “real time” is so cool…so now that I'm pregnant I want to make sure that I capture things as they happen. The journaling reads: It’s been 27 hours since our world changed forever. Since I saw those two pink lines, side by side. Since I ran out of the apartment, shouting “I think I left my sunglasses in the car!” and stood beside the mailbox, gasping for air. Since I worked up the courage to tell Nic. Since his reaction was a smile. Since we went to dinner with friends and then hit Barnes and Noble on the way home to pick up a manual. A manual for this new zygote of ours. We’re dealing with this pregnancy as you would imagine two Air Force officers would deal with a pregnancy. We bought a book. The book that has sold 12 million copies. The book I thumbed through when I babysat as a teenager. What to Expect When You’re Expecting. And almost instantly we discovered that the biggest threat to this baby…is me. My diet, my life of stress, my work environment of loud noise and toxic chemicals, my “scrap until the wee hours” ways…all of this has to go. We woke up this morning, looked at each other in disbelief, checked those two pregnancy tests (yep, still there) and got down to business. Operation Healthy Baby. First up? Sit-ups. I always figured that I’d spend my last few months in the Air Force getting into fabulous shape. Perfect abs. Perfect diet. Perfect weight…ready to have a baby. But, as life would have it, I am not in tip-top shape. So sit-ups. Followed by push-ups. And then we went out for a run.And then came the groceries. Armed with the list we created while reading What to Expect, I strode into the commissary with confidence. Listening to my iPod and strolling through the aisles, I did something I’d never done before. I read the labels. I bought vitamins. And fresh seafood. And Grapenuts.Because somewhere between hour one and hour twenty-seven, I developed the single most defining characteristic of motherhood: worry. I want this baby to be the healthiest, smartest, happiest little alien baby there could ever be. 19 June 2005Stamps and PP by Fontwerks. I cut out the title by hand…the font is Univers (linotype.com). Thanks for looking!