- Things are getting crazy here. Each time I look down at my belly, I swear it is bigger. Like, in 5 minutes I am going to look down and not be able to see my toes. Bizzaro.
- What is one to do with a challenging mother-in-law? She wants detailed reports and already bemoans our decisions...("WHAT?! You aren't finding out the sex?!"). We have gobs of baby toys for our unborn child and she has alluded to the fact that she has been shopping "for years." Gulp. She also wants to spend "two or three weeks" with us after the baby is born which would clearly lead to utter insanity. Fundamentally, I feel the woman will never ever respect us as parents. What are you supposed to do? The Hubby is running a strong interference (thank god!) but he has confessed that it could come down to a 'battle royale.' Draw the line now? Fuck. I hate confrontation.
- Okay, so I feel pretty good except I that I have developed a remarkable ability to sleep. I slept 12 hours on Saturday night and then completely conked out for another 2 hour nap. Baby. Is. Zapping. Me.
- I set up the nursery this weekend. We scored a great furniture set - crib, dresser and changing table - from a family in the neighborhood. My mom also mailed us the rocking chair that was in her father's farm house in rural Ohio. I was rocked in it and so too will our child! It had all been a heap of furniture but we arranged everything and I started organizing. Seeing the room set up was one of those moments when IT feels so real. Like, there is going to be a being that belongs to me / came from me sleeping in that crib.
Monday
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When you wrote "Baby. Is. Zapping. Me." it sure sounded real! I had a moment this weekend talking to someone (whose nickname I am told to never use again) where we both kind of realized "She's pregnant" and took a little smiley pause. Everyone is so happy for you!
i feel comforted to know that other people are also in (loving) shock. was this between torres nipple twists?! ;)
Uhhh, no.
When I was harassing Mark, I was three sheets to the wind. The conversation about your uterus was closer to a pillowcase.
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