October Showers Bring January...Flowers?

With 12 weeks left until this little girl comes and changes life forever, it feels like all of the sudden time is speeding up. Something happened between heading back to the East for the shower, coming back and having my mom out at my house preparing the baby’s room with me, and my ever growing huger size that have brought about a complete new set of fears and anxieties. It wouldn’t be me without them, right? Let’s review.

The trip back east was met with minimal belly touching (thank heavens) and a roomful of women excited for mimosas, yummy breakfast, and gifts for the newest addition to the family. My nervousness about having an empty-ish room for the shower was quickly eased as more and more people kept piling in, despite the rainy and yucky weather. After all of the baby name chatter and delicious breakfast goodies had been sampled, it was time to examine the loot. We ended up with about half of the guests having got us gift cards, a quarter of them having sent something right to the house, and the remainder having gifted us with 0-3 and 6-9 month clothes that were not remotely on the registry. They are super adorable clothes, for the most part, but I started to have a little bit of panic set in when I realized that there wasn’t much off the registry there, especially considering how much of his family was up my ass for me to get the damn thing done and listed. His family were the ones that didn’t get anything off it at all! They all went rogue! Anyway, we have all the major expensive bulk pieces that she will need to hold clothes, diapers/wipes (which we don’t have yet), hats, mittens, socks, and a nice comfy soft crib to sleep in. So a day later we packed up what we had and headed on back home to assemble and make some sense out of everything.

Five days after we are home, the man of the house packs up and leaves for a week in the wilderness of doing manly hunting things with his manly friend. My mom flies into town the same day Manly Man heads to the mountains and we get set on a plan to get organized and get the baby’s room done. Having her there to go through everything, wash, organize, and analyze what we still are in need of was a HUGE load off my brain. We painted, created, shopped a little bit on a spur of the moment whim, and it all came together pretty well, if I do say so myself.

After having it all put together, we were able to take stock in what we still desperately need and updated the registries and placed an order for waterproof crib mattress pad, fitted crib sheets, a changing pad, changing pad liners, changing pad covers, and a humidifier. We still need basic necessity things like bath time soaps, shampoo, diaper cream, a baby tub, diaper pail, etc., but the neighbor girls called and want to throw me a mini neighborhood shower so I stopped using gift cards and figured I’ll just wait. Whatever is left, including the mountains of diapers and formula I am sure that we will need, we will put on the gift cards and have shipped right to the house.

Manly Man loved the baby’s room and the way it came out and was so happy that I was so relieved to have that all done/updated that we spent the Saturday night and pretty much all of Sunday snuggled up watching a movie and having a grand time watching football before I had to leave for my last work trip this morning. I think that my ever growing circumference combined with having the room done has really set in the reality that she is going to be coming to stay with us sooner than we even though possible. And stay forever.

Aside from having two men in completely separate time zones ask me if I am sure there aren’t twins in there, I’m feeling pretty good. I haven’t felt super pudgy in the face, although we are certainly getting there, and I haven’t had any real true strong cravings for awful things. Okay so a Reece’s peanut butter cup a day probably counts as a craving, but at least I’m not ravaging the whole bag… right? And the only other thing that I can say I have been dying for is raisins. Oddly enough, just eating a little 90 calorie box of raisins makes me quite happy. Ah life’s simple pleasures.

Well, now you’re caught up. Not all that entertaining or amusing, but that’s what is happening in the fish bowl. Hmm… do I detect a change in blog title? Perhaps… Perhaps.