“The blind leading the blind” is a perfect description of how Christian and I are stumbling toward our impending parenthood. Usually, our conversations on the subject begin with, “Hey, why don’t we do <fill in the blank>,” lead to a google search, and end in yours truly uttering the timely phrase, “Eww… Gross!” Really, who knew human beings started out life as such disgusting blobs?
Anyway, a couple weeks ago, Christian broached one of my least favorite topics: “Where are we going to do diaper changes?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I just figured they could be done on the floor, I guess.” Really, I hadn’t thought about it, as I don’t care expending energy mulling over that portion of human (or animal) anatomy.
Apparently, Christian doesn’t share my mental blocks as he quickly suggested, “Well, since we’re not using the desk in the office, why don’t we make that into a changing table.”
In actuality, we were using the desk in the office: specifically, to hold a bunch of junk. Presumably changing tables require an empty surface, so all of that junk would have to be moved somewhere by someone. And because the someone who doesn’t have an 8:30am-7:00pm five-day-a-week job is the logical candidate for the task, it was becoming glaringly apparent that I was being nominated. “I guess we could do that… Or we could just buy a changing pad and change diapers on the floor.”
“That doesn’t sound comfortable,” I’m pretty sure this is Christian-code for don’t think I’m going to be changing diapers if I have to change them on the floor. “Besides, we could move the desk back against the window and put the crib-thing in there, too.”
“Well, gee. If we’re going to that much trouble, we might as well clear out all the cabinets in the office, too, move the stuff that’s in there now into the second bedroom, and replace it with the baby stuff. Then we can just convert the office into a nursery.”
“That sounds like an awful lot of work, but if you’re up for it…”
And before I knew it, I found myself elected for the task of converting our messy office into an organized poor man’s nursery. Two weeks later, save for some artwork that still needs to go up to make the room a little more homey (before we had all those piles of stuff to warm up the room) and the crib-thing that still needs to be set up, our “nursery” is pretty much finished. I wish I could say the same for the painting I’m working on, the Christmas decorating, the German studying, and the decluttering of the the rest of the apartment, but I can’t.