Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The cicada's song

I am at work right now. But even from the inside of my building, as I sit listening to the police scanner, I can hear the rising chorus of the cicada...signaling the end of yet another summer.

Hearing the cicada every August was always a bittersweet sound to me as a child. It meant summer was coming to a close...that school was right around the corner. That chilly weather was inevitably on its way.

But now when I hear the brings me back to the warm memories of being a kid. Of running around at night, barefoot trying to catch lightning bugs. Of laying on the still-warm grass as the sun began to set. Of starting a fire out at the lake and roasting marshmallows for s'mores. Of just being a kid and having nothing in the world to worry about...except for school starting.

I don't get sad at the end of summer anymore. It's not the same as it was when I was a kid. I have to work every day. I don't get to go to the pool every day. I don't get to do whatever I want. I'm an adult with adult paying the bills. Plus, I enjoy fall. The heat - thanks to being pregnant - is completely unbearable to me. I'd give anything for it to be 60 degrees out right now instead of 86 degrees at 8 p.m.

So hearing those cicadas is an almost welcome sound these days. Plus, hearing them gives me a nice chance to sit back and reminisce about those wonderful childhood days. And I look forward to teaching my son about the cicada's song. I hope he'll someday look back when he's my age and have just as many fond memories when they start singing at every summer's end.


Tuesday, August 13, 2013

I'm going to be outnumbered in my house...

It's official. We're having a BOY!

I'm going to be outnumbered in my house! And I'm OK with that.

When the ultrasound tech asked us if we were ready to find out, I was prepared to hear, "It's a boy!" So when we did, I laughed. I was excited, of course. No, ecstatic! But I still laughed. I was right! I like that. I'm carrying on the "sixth sense" my aunts, mom and sister all had. Phew.

And we've produced, I feel, a little prince. Someone to finally carry on the Coffey name. I'm sure it makes my husband proud - since it's not really through me that gender is determined. But if I was married to King Henry VIII, I'd at least be spared from getting my head chopped off for not producing an heir. Haha.

Anyway, once we announced, the gifts came flooding in. A little blue onesie with robots and a matching bib. A Batman onesie. Little Yoda and Chewbacca slippers. This kid isn't even born yet and already he has a week's worth of clothes and two pairs of shoes. This mama is happy.

Next is the nursery. Not sure if we'll do something with a superhero theme or do something a little less...nerdy. But he's the product of Kevin and I so he really has no chance of being normal. So why not start early? ;)

We just moved to the new house a couple of weeks ago and right now the nursery is just basically a storage room for all the stuff we don't want to deal with quite yet or the boxes that haven't been unpacked.

But we have gone to pick out paint. We have to paint every single room in our house (since the house was built in the 1920s and really wasn't properly cared for the past 10 or so years, it needed some patching in the walls and some parts of the ceiling after the roof was replaced a couple of years ago). So yay for a giant painting party.

But once the nursery is emptied out and painted, it's going to get exciting. And then adding all the baby furniture, of course. :)

Let it begin!