Last night was the baby shower for our new little guy, and it was wonderful! Since we weren’t expecting to have another baby at all and haven’t had a boy baby in nearly ten years, our pile ‘o stuff was a bit thin. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying shopping the Gymboree sales for actual proper clothes (the clothes out now are so much cuter than the measly selection of boy clothes from when Georgie was a baby), but my stash of necessities like jammies, onesies, socks, boy blankets, etc. was pretty non-existent (blankets with flowers? Those I have).
My friend Amy and I went to Target a few weeks ago and registered there, which I had never done before. Wow, that works great! Last night I ended up with a wide variety of stuff and sizes, only one duplicate, and pretty much everything we needed to start off. This week I need to buy diapers and that’s about it. I’m so thankful for everyone who came. What a huge blessing and especially since it was all stuff that we needed. Thank you guys!
We also got a new high chair, which we really needed since our existing one has been in use since Georgie and the current occupant has started peeling the vinyl off the back. So attractive!
The girls and I got home a bit after 9:30 last night, and I pretty much walked in the door and collapsed on the couch where I declined to move until trudging up the stairs to bed. Carrying around this baby makes me soooo tired! Then I went to bed, slept for a few hours, woke up, and couldn’t get back to sleep so I went downstairs and watched reruns of Home Improvement for a bit before passing out on the couch for a couple hours of restless dozing. This sleep pattern has become more and more frequent lately. For some reason attaching a bowling ball to your stomach is not conducive to restful repose. Who knew??
Somehow despite being a near-total zombie this morning I managed to run a load of laundry and fold four (three from yesterday were already patiently waiting on the couch) and sort through all shower stuff from yesterday. The 0-3 month things are now all washed and dried (and patiently waiting to be folded….) and the bigger stuff has been relocated to the baby’s “Grow Into Box.” Some odds and ends still need to be put away, but most of it is cleared up. It’s like unpacking after a vacation, I think. If you don’t do it right away, it sits around for a week before it gets finished. Then I crashed for a nap this afternoon, where I tossed and turned for another couple hours in between getting up twice to lumber off to the bathroom and glaring at my inconveniently located giant belly. Doesn’t that sound restful?
Tonight I’m going to watch American Idol, eat my favorite ice cream (the one with the Heath bar and caramel in it), and fold up the now-washed baby stuff. Actually, I kind of like doing that. That stuff is so cute! And we’re having a boy, who will hopefully be here soon. Kyra has taken to telling me at least six times a day that she reeeeeally wants to see her new baby brother or asking me when her new baby brother is going to be here. After hearing this 42 times a week approximately, I am getting somewhat less patient myself (although I have my own reasons for being impatient. In case you are really thick or have the memory of a tsetse fly, reread the paragraph above about sleeping….).
This weekend George and I are happily going to redeem our “alone weekend” that we had planned for three weeks ago but had to postpone due to half the family acquiring plague. George asked me this morning if we were going to spend all weekend trying to put me into labor. I must admit, I am torn between the desire and relief of spending time with just George and no howler monkeys…. errr…. children, and wanting to GET THIS KID OUT OF MY STOMACH!!! Yes, tough call. We’ll see how it goes. Of course, despite vast quantities of our own personal, non-clinical trials over the course of five (so far) pregnancies, we have yet to find a fool proof method of making labor come on, so the entire point is likely moot anyway.
Hmmm, Sunday is also our anniversary (12 years!). Having a baby right next to our anniversary sounds like it’s asking for scheduling conflicts in years to come. Okay, well restless natives are starting to hover about asking when dinner will be forthcoming and acting like they haven’t eaten in weeks (when I know for a fact that they’ve all eaten at least once in the last 24 hours), so I guess that means I have to move again (should only take about five minutes to get off the couch) and go rustle up some dinner. My weekly menu tells me that tonight I am making Monterey Chicken, which is chicken with bacon, melted cheese, tomatoes, and chives on it. Yummy!
Rachel
Written by Rachel Shubin ~ Fiendish friend for effusive fun!
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