I’m guessing I’m down to like four regular readers given the boring-ness of the All Baby All the Time channel I have going here, not to mention the deterioration of my writing. Goodbye, thoughtful essay format. Hello, stream of consciousness brain dumping.
Back on the All Baby All the Time channel…
A box of crib bolts arrived today. Hallelujah! I had no backup plan. Super glue, maybe? But they showed up and we put the crib back together and all is well. Well, except for the awkwardly fitting crib sheets because I shorted the long ends by about an inch when I cut them so as not to have to rip the hems out of the twin-sized sheets I was using. Oh, well.
But the nursery is coming together! Finally!
(Not that this means this kid should come early, Mr. Kiddo. You stay in there. August is a much better birthday month than July.)
Please don’t tell him this is not true; July is a great birthday month (but we don’t want him to come early). It’s my birthday month! In 20-ish days I’ll be 32… an actual grown-up age. I’d always wanted to be 31 and it turned out to be a great year (well, in retrospect; being pregnant for most of it was quite the adjustment). The next ages I always wanted to be were 33 and 34. That just leaves 32 to get through but I think it’ll be a good, if difficult, one. I’d completely forgotten about my birthday until I mentioned to my mom that we were going to have a Birth Day party and she assumed it was for me.
Oh, right. I have a birthday coming up. Forgot about that.
A bigger deal in my world, though, is the looming Birth Day of this kid o’ mine, THE ONE NOT IN JULY, pretty please. (Think he’s getting my drift?) Today I sewed together two “receiving” blanket/ quilts (like a quilt but without the batting because it’s hot in August); tomorrow I have one more plus two swaddling blankets to hem. I’ll post pics and sources once I figure out how to make these work, but (of course) I figured I could make muslin A&A’ish swaddling blankets rather than buying them. We’ll see.
And, because clearly you care (um, no), I locked in a pediatrician today, one more to-do item to check off. Our good friends strongly recommended their pediatrician and with a minimum of sweet talk, they agreed to take a new patient based on that. Score.
Yup, this turned out to be quite the boring post. Hell, I’m bored writing it. And with that, I will wrap it up.