Week 33

Holy hot, y’all.

When Duckie and I started talking about having a kid, I made it clear that I wanted a Spring or Summer baby.  I’ve always hated having a December birthday – and not just because of the old "this is your birthday -and- Christmas present" junk.  December birthdays are so limited (especially here in Wisconsin where there’s a good chance that a blizzard will leave you sitting at home by youself looking all sad with your party hat and blowey noise makey thing).  As for fall, it seems like everyone we know has a birthday in fall.  5 in September alone!

Anyhow, when I found out that I’d be having a Spring baby, I was pretty pleased.  I wouldn’t be super big during the really bad winter months and it wouldn’t be too hot during my last few months.  WRONG!  Well, the winter month thing was right – and it helped that it was a really mild winter.  The Spring thing, though.  It’s been like 80 degrees every day since like March 7th.  Sure, 80 is nothing compared the 100-something temps I dealt with in GA, but I’m not used to those kinds of temps anymore.  Oh, and it’s MARCH, dammit, not June.

So my feet decided this would be a good time to start swelling.  Thankfully, I just bought some Teva’s and they arrived the day before my feet went nuts.  I cannot fit into ANY of my other shoes.  The Teva’s are adjustable by the toes and the heel, so yay for that!

I’m pretty tired of maternity clothes, too.  If I want to pay less than $40 for a shirt (fuck you very much, Motherhood Maternity and Kohl’s), then I have to either find a regular shirt that’s meant to be loose and get it 1-3 sizes bigger than I normally wear or I can go to a thrift store.  Both are pretty hit or miss, but I’ve found some really nice shirts this way.  Now that it’s so hot, though, that first option isn’t so much an option anymore.  My stomach and boobs are ginormous, but my waist has survived pretty well and normal shirts are just not meant for that.  That leaves me with thrift stores.  I think all the other pregnant chicks got to them before I did because there is absolutely nothing there for warm weather wear.  So, I give in.  I have to pay out the ass for some shirts that I can wear maybe 3-5 more months.  Lucky for me, Duckie is on the ball and was looking at some stuff online while I was ranting about not having any clothes to wear this morning.  We went to J.C. Penney and, tucked against a small wall in their plus size department, is a tiny maternity section.  And they had some very reasonable prices.  I ended up getting three pretty nice t-shirts for $30 and I think they’ll all still fit once I’m not pregnant because mostly, they’re just stretchy and t-shirts aren’t meant to be super tight anyway.

Did some crafting on Friday with Laura and Rachael (from work).  I’m slowly getting Lily’s quilt done.  Very, very slowly.  It’ll be cute, but it won’t be very well made.  Oh well, I’m a newb and this is the first time I’ve ever pieced a quilt together.  Everything else has just been "cut a square, sew it to another square, repeat."  I actually have to piece my squares for this one and, while I’m sure my cutting was accurate, my sewing seems to be leaving a lot to be desired,  Mostly it’s because of the ruffled/gathered bits in the middle of the squares, but whatever.  It’ll still be cute.

Duckie and I went to our Labor and Delivery class on Saturday.  Instead of spacing it out over several session, it was just one 6 hour class.  I was already familiar with a lot of the material since I’ve been reading about it, but there was some good info that was new to me.  And it always helps to have other people around asking questions that you may not have thought of, but want to know the answer to.  Mostly what I learned, though, was that I am getting an epidural the second they will let me have one.  I’m a little disappointed that my hospital doesn’t offer walking epidurals, but I am pretty sure that I’ll survive with just a plain old, lay in bed and wait epidural.  And absolutely no mirror.  

We hung some art and whatnot in the nursery today and moved some stuff around that just wasn’t working.  We also finally got a changing pad.  Hurray.  Now I just need a cover or three.  We looked at a few diaper pails, but we think a trash can with a very secure lid will work better for us since we’re using cloth.  We don’t really need or want each insert individually wrapped and sealed in a bag.

Blah blah blah.  I really wish I had something to write about other than being pregnant.  As it turns out, though, it’s not something that I can just ignore.  🙁