Even though I totally forgot to update this ol' blog, last week was awesome because we did get the good news that everything checks out okay with the baby. When I saw my regular doctor, she still didn't like how things looked but wasn't sure her equipment--which looks crazy modern to me--was 'enough' so she sent me to a specialist ultrasound guy. So we went to visit that doctor (who had a grand piano in the lounge, along with a bar) and he got all investigative and confirmed everything is good.
What a freakin' huge relief!
Otherwise I might have had to make use of that bar. I'm sure that's why it's there. Except, yeah, okay, it's probably not for the pregnant folks.
I look super creepy in this picture.
Like I'm plotting against you.
I cannot believe I wore this outfit yesterday. CAN'T BELIEVE IT. It's horrible. Ugh. The dress is one I bought last summer, and is super breezy and cute when you aren't stretching it out to maximum effing capacity. Then, because of the growing belly, it was too short in the front and looked a little 'Trailer Park Chic' so rather than take it off and put on something appropriate, I charged ahead by putting on leggings, which is my number one pet peeve when worn with skirts and dresses. I broke my own cardinal rule! Then I decided there wasn't enough definition in the waist so I added this belt which... just...I mean...
Then I went out in public.
I have no shame!
And in other clothing related news, we went on our very first 'buy Little Baby some clothes' excursion on Saturday and OH THE SWEETNESS.
Baby stuff is SO little.
It's SO precious.
We were in the store and my arms were basically being used as clothing racks, because I liked everything and wanted it all. Dan had to coax me down from that tree, and then when I was back on firm ground I kicked the tree trunk and pouted because ''no fair!" But then when we went to pay we got 20 CHF in gift certificates.
Those gift certificates were burning a hole in my pocket all weekend. So yesterday afternoon I popped back into the store before they closed with the intention to only spend the gift cards.
Um...yeah, that didn't happen.
Internet, I'm going to be requiring a lot of party invitations for 'dress your baby like a fancy person', because that is all the clothing I currently have for LB. In fact, as I was coming home I felt briefly panicked because it only occurred to me at that moment that LB is going to need practical clothing, but I have not idea what that means.
What do babies need?
Help a girl out, because I seriously have no clue what clothes I'm actually supposed to be buying an infant. Buyers remorse didn't set in though because our baby can totally get an invite minutes after birth to attend a fancy person party, and LB will definitely have something to wear.
Mother of the year!
I'm really good at prioritizing.
(But not at dressing myself)
Also, I just realized that from a distance this dress looks like pajamas.
I'm a disaster.
I also think that what weeks 24 and 25 have brought is that primal urge everyone mentions: nesting. One morning I found myself wide awake at 5 a.m., so naturally I hopped out of bed and made myself some breakfast. Then I did my workout, had a shower, and it was still only 7:15 a.m. It was too early to start work, so I decided that I was going to totally clean out one hall cupboard and our bedroom.
I dumped everything into huge piles, tossed the mattress and boxspring off our bed, filled three garbage bags with stuff we don't need today (hopefully it's not required tomorrow) and three bags of clothing for goodwill.
Then it was 9:00 a.m.
And I had a back cramp.
And the mattress and boxspring seemed really heavy to have to move back onto the bed frame. And also, the vacuum was unwieldy and awkward and wouldn't just roll over the piles of debris I'd created. And also...there was a lot of debris.
Plus, I was ready for a nap.
So I chose to just ignore the mess I made and start work for the day. Except it's sort of hard to ignore that big of a mess when your husband comes home for lunch and can barely open the front door because, "Surprise honey! Now we live like hoarders! Hope you like it because I'll never get enough energy to put this all back together."
Who wants to live with us?!
And one last bit of news to wrap up this disjointed post is that today is our third wedding anniversary! Three years ago today we got to be part of our very own 'fancy person' extravaganza. Two years ago today I was spending my last night in Kamloops before moving to Switzerland to finally see Dan again. One year ago today we were in London, where we feasted on sushi and then attended Wicked.
And today, after three years of marriage, a decade together, we're eagerly awaiting the arrival of Little Baby.
How can we not live like hoarders when it's these memories and experiences we get to accumulate?