So... the last 6 weeks are somewhere suspended in time. I've felt a little like Alice in Wonderland just spinning in the dark around clocks and numbers... you know those days where you swear it was Wednesday all day only to find out it's Monday? Yeah... a lot of those, but between buying our first home, moving our of our rental property, growing a baby and NOT getting divorced through the whole process, I think anyone would understand that I couldn't care less what day of the week it was- especially since the TV line ups still suck, and my daily nap falls right between 8-10pm anyways.
Just a quick recap....
Lee and I are fully moved into our new home, and we absolutely love it. Lee loves it so much that he actually DUSTS the furniture when he comes home!!! I'll let you absorb that for a minute.... LEE..... my husband.....uses PLEDGE FURNITURE POLISH...... WEEKLY..... to ACTUALLY CLEAN FURNITURE.... so proud.
Lucy lost a battle against our sliding screen door and is now on muscle relaxers, pain relievers and anti inflammatory meds... which the first night it happened we swear she absolutely needed. She looked completely miserable and wailed like someone hit her with a car. But the next few days she was fine, chasing her heroin-like addiction to the flashlight as usual and trotting around with her frisbee... but after an overnight at my mom's house, she's back at the vet for a full body scan. $200 later, we get back to our house and what do you know? She's absolutley fine. Lee and I believe she senses the baby coming and is acting out, because there are mornings when I wake up to Lucy licking my face with such conviction that she must think "maybe if I lick you enough I can stop this whole baby thing.... you still have the receipt don't you?" So whether it's a physical or emotional pain, we've yet to figure out... but the meds make her sleep through my twice nightly potty breaks- so that's a plus.
Yes, I am now at the point where should I roll slightly to the left during the night, I could very well unleash what feels like Lake Huron onto the left side of our bed. So faithfully every night at 1:47 and 3:45 (call me, I'll be up)I waddle myself to the bathroom only to find out the rush of the Great Lake has become the slow leak of an antique bathtub. Fabulous.
I have also become a prime target of strange women in the supermarkets. And all of these women swear up and down I am carrying myself just as they did before they popped out all their strapping sons.... and then they look at me sweetly and say "What are you going to name HIM?" And when I kindly and unnecessarily reply that our DAUGHTER's name will be HAILEY, they all give a slightly puzzled smile and say "oh, well you might be surprised, it could still be a boy..."
hmmmmmm.... thanks. I actually find that a terrible and horrifying thing to say to an 8 month pregnant woman whose nursery and mother are already well prepared for a female offspring.
The nursery is almost complete, once Lee and his brother move our eyesore of a computer desk out of it, I will post a picture of her adorable and generously given crib and changing table (thanks Grammy Pammy).
