Music for kids, part 3

Music for kids, part 2

Music for kids, part 1

My sister in law is about to have a baby and asked Todd and me for some music recommendations.  These are a few of the CDs that don't make our brains want to melt and ooze out of our ears with repeated listening.  I'll be posting more throughout the day.

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Nesting

Guess who's nesting these days.

Yup, me.

Fellow broad, Dee, made me go and register at Babies R Us last week. As soon as we found a crib set to go with the picture that I bought a couple months ago, all of my decorating plans fell in to place!!

Tomorrow, armed with the picture and possibly a valance I will go to Lowes to get paint chips! I have also acquired a crib and dresser and had an epiphany of how to get it all to fit in the bedroom with the queen sized bed that is currently there.

Keep your fingers crossed that next week the weather will be kind and cooperative and I will be able to paint a room with the window open.

And then begins all of the OTHER painting I have planned...

Hallways and stairways and ceilings, oh my!

Attention, please!

Today was ultrasound #2. And....

Discomfort

About three times per pregnancy, my babies go through a major growth spurt. This is not a pleasant thing for the person in whom the baby is growing. You've all seen the movie Alien, right?

Good times.

I spend a couple of days feeling generally achy, just short of crampy. And also, my liver doesn't seem to be able to fit any more.

Silver lining: My posture gets better, though, as slowly baby and organs take over my rib cage making slouching an impossibility.

Anyway, today growth spurt number one has begun. I feel gross.

Oh, and did I mention we're feeding four bachelors tomorrow? Because everyone knows the BEST time to have a dinner party is when you feel like your liver is about to explode out of body.

In fact I'm sure Martha once said that. "When I was expecting Lexi..."

Silver lining: I will be the only woman and all the men are straight, so to heck with flowers and cleaning and all that.

Classy

Today on my way home from my spinning class, I was feeling slightly queasy. I'm pregnant. So, I've basically spent the 3 months feeling queasy. However, today was a little different. I made it half way home and then knew that this was not going away. So, I turned a quick corner, pulled over on the side of the road (right in front of my friend's house) and puked out my window.

This is the first time I've thrown up this whole pregnancy, so it was kind of sad to have that record end. AND I'll need to call my neighbor later to apologize. It was a few minutes after 7am, so I'm sure someone in their house was awake to witness such loveliness.

Why does pregnancy have to be so very unpleasant? I know there are people out there who breeze through it and think it's wonderful, but I am not one of them...and in fact, I know very few people like that. But seriously, the aftermath of actually having the baby is hard enough, why (evolutionarily speaking) should it be so difficult during? Tired makes sense to me. Growing another human is hard work. But everything else? The aches, the pains, the vomiting, the swelling, the crampy legs. What is all that for?

I know there are people who have really really horrible pregnancies and I shouldn't complain about my little silly aches and pains. I know there are people who would give anything to experience pregnancy and can't, and so I should quit my whining and be grateful.

But it's hard to remember that when I'm throwing up in the street like a college freshman after their first frat party.

Stuff

So, like most people who were ridiculous enough to assume that they could script their lives, Todd and I got rid of most of our baby stuff ages ago. The only thing I still have is a high chair and a changing table that we've been using as shelves for spare bedding.

I am looking for advice. Specifically about car seats, strollers, and pac n' plays. What's good out there? What's terrible?

I blissfully lost track of all of this sort of knowledge years ago.

Goodbye, ignorance.