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We hit up Home Depot for the closet system for the nursery. Ran out of time for Bed Bath & Beyond, though.
Ah, I can't go to Home Depot on a weekend without thinking about Old School and feeling a little bit lame, like some prior version of myself is laughing somewhere. The one with the hangover and the inexplicably inside-out pants.
Then again, I've also found myself with Dogwood envy. What I mean by that (in case you yourself are cool and have no idea what I could possibly be talking about) is that I have a rather sickly Dogwood tree in my front yard, and when I see someone else with a beautiful vivacious one in their yard I am jealous. So maybe a trip to Home Depot is the least of my worries.
These are the sorts of interests (errands, botany) that I attributed to middle age a decade ago. So was I just ignorant back then, or have I settled into a middle age groove without realizing it? Don't answer that.
Some random things I wanted to tell you about:
1. The nursery is getting closer to done. My vision may have been a little on the grand side - at least for my personal handyman skills. Luckily I have generous helpers. I can't wait for the big reveal.
2. My sister's puppy was over today. She weighs approximately one pound, 14 ounces. My 18 pound cat Meester spent the whole day hiding from her. This does not bode well for his reaction to having a baby in the house.
3. Baby girl has spent the past 24 hours or so throwing 'bows into my left side. It feels like I swallowed a chicken wing bone. Not really very cool.
4. Speaking of not very cool, I am not entirely convinced that I will make it through the duration of this pregnancy without dislocating my right hip. Every single time I get up from sitting or lying down and put my weight on it, it totally buckles. I limp and hobble to the tune of my husband's laughter. We'll see if he's still laughing when my leg snaps off, shoots across the room, and hits him in the face.
5. The second couple from our birth class to have their baby had their baby the other day. There were only nine of us couples in the class to begin with. It has occurred to me that I might actually give birth to a baby as well.
Because writing out a whole (semi) coherent post just sounds waayy too exhausting.
I'm beginning to wonder if I want one of those belly bra things. I like having spandexy material over my bump. Usually it comes in the form of the top of my maternity jeans or else in a stretchy Target camisole I have been wearing 9 days out of 10. A lot of times both. I'm carrying low and I find if I support myself from underneath my back feels momentarily better. So belly bra. Maybe.
Speaking of maternity jeans, I have just about outgrown my favorite pair. The full panel top has turned to a demi. That gives me a very unflattering seam line across the middle of my belly. Not a fan. So now the question is, how much more money do I spend and on what? I just invested $26.99 in a pair of sweatpants. That may just about do the trick, I don't know.
What else is comfortable? Giant t-shirts. The sort that you get free with purchase or used to be your dad's or whatever, that are always some sort of boxy "large" that was only ever good for sleeping in. Now they fit snugly around the belly and are great for lounging about the house.
What's uncomfortable? Going to the store and buying three half gallons of ice cream. Here's how that went:
Checkout clerk: "Big plans tonight?"
Me: "Nope."
Followed by fifteen seconds of awkward silence until he told me the total, I signed in the little box and then forced myself to look him in the eye and say thank you before scurrying out the door before I saw anyone I knew. Aw, I just love being a big pregnant cliche all the time.
I don't know about the rest of yous, but when I spend a day sitting on my ass I usually feel great for the first eight hours or so. Then it's all downhill.
This is the situation I find myself in today. Not that I was without accomplishment. Just that there was not so much physical, moving type activity.
The movement thing is a Catch-22. My dainty little hips are so delicate these days. It's like they are on a very specific step-taking count and if I dare to take one step over, KA-BLAM! MY LEG DISENGAGES FROM THE SOCKET. Or at least that's what it feels like is gonna happen. So I feel awful if I move too little, awful if I move too much. I was limping when I went to bed last night, and I was limping when I got up this morning. Therefore I figured I had better take it easy today and do most of my baby-shopping legwork online.
So what did I accomplish, you ask? Well, I ordered a gliding ottoman to match the Dutailier glider I was lucky enough to get for free. Free glider = way better than $700 glider, which was the asking price for the other one I was wanting. So I spent $279 on a fancy little padded gliding footstool with the handy nursing stool option and called it good. Can you believe they charge that much for ottomans, by the way? Highway robbery. But a good $30 less online than I was quoted in-store for the same thing.
I also pulled the trigger and ordered a dozen Rumparooz Lil Joey diapers. I am becoming more determined to cloth diaper my child with every person who tells me I'm crazy and/or stupid to try. Oh wait, that's just my mother. Anyway, the Lil Joey's will be our "going out" diaper, for when we are in the company of those who think we are crazy and cloth diapers are too much work. At home I think we'll probably stick to prefolds, fitteds, and covers - at least until Little Miss learns to roll over, sit up, and do all those other pesky things that make diapers less effective at poo-trapping.
Ooh! Ooh! And last thing - I scheduled a 3D ultrasound appointment! I had been on the fence, but we decided to go ahead and do it. I'm thinking it's one of those things that is just cool enough to overcome the slight creepiness factor. I'll let you know if I was right next Friday.
I stopped into my local neighborhood drugstore this afternoon for some Pepcid AC and two bags of Easter candy.
On my way home from pilates.
Yeah, and I busted into the Reese's Eggs on the 1/2 mile drive home.
This explicitly pregnant lady behavior led me to have my first public pregnancy conversation, when the cashier looked at me while ringing up the lady in front of me in line and said, "so when ya due?" The three of us ladies proceeded to talk weight gain and baby size for the duration of our transactions. Cashier lady also told me that having a lot of heartburn means the baby is going to be born with lots of hair.
I think it may also mean that mom should lay off the chocolate.
