So I'm going to try to alternate and do one baby post and then one non-baby post, but I'm so addle-brained lately I'm not sure I'll be able to keep it up.
I had an all baby weekend, well, once I left the bar on Friday anyway.
On Saturday, I went shopping with my Mom. For maternity clothes. Eek. I bought my first pair of actual maternity pants, which I don't need yet but will need someday. At the moment, these things are so huge that you could get in them with me and then we could make out.
Wait, what was I talking about? Oh yes, shopping. In addition to the maternity pants I got two sweaters that are way too big and have ties so I will be able to hold them closed over my burgeoning belly. Then we got tired of ugly maternity clothes and bought baby clothes instead. You've already seen the ducks, but you will just have to take my word that I bought the cutest bib ever conceived. It has Winnie the Pooh embroidered on it and then little folded fabric ears. I know the ears are just going to be full of cheerios and drool, but it is so damned cute I couldn't resist. One of the real benefits of having this kid will be finally having a cover story for my unnatural Winnie the Pooh addiction.
On Sunday, we finished cleaning out the (gulp) nursery. Prior to being pressed into service as a nursery, this room served as overflow storage for our books. Cleaning it out involved carrying I can't even guess how many hundreds of books and three very heavy bookshelves down two flights of stairs and then replacing all the books on the shelves. The best part was that the shelves barely fit down the stairs to the basement, so not only did we have to hold the heavy shelves while standing on stairs and bent at odd angles, we had to wiggle them to get them around the turns. Once we finished, I declared that it had been my last experience with hard physical labor until I am no longer lifting stuff for two. Lima Bean and I are spending the rest of our time on the couch. Oh, and the treadmill, but Lima Bean loves the treadmill. Do you think my gym would let me push Lima Bean in a stroller on the treadmill?
Sunday night I had a dream about having the baby. I had one dream before about the baby sleeping in a bassinet next to my bed, but this time I was actually in the hospital having apparently only recently finished popping the kid out. So the nurse or somebody handed me the baby and it was beautiful and soft and good and then they told me the baby had leukemia. What I want to know is, where the hell did I come up with leukemia? From now on, I insist that all of my "there's something wrong with my baby" dreams involve things like antlers or speaking fluent Yiddish or being born 14 years old. No more of this horrible disease crap; I will hereby accept nothing short of crazy.
Ok, I have to tell you the cutest thing ever, even though it will probably piss off my husband that I told the entire Internet. (I'm pregnant, how mad at me can he get?) When I came home on Saturday and showed him the little duck onesie, he said "Oh, that makes me want to cry." Could you just eat him with a spoon, or what?