I was waiting to post a new picture of my belly, one that really LOOKS the way my belly looks, because more than one person told me that the pix of my belly that I’ve already posted simply look like I’m FAT. I want you all to know that in real life I look the same except that my midsection, from just below my ribs to just above my pants waistband, has moved forward 4 inches. I know it’s 4 inches because I just measured it with my thumb and forefinger and held it up for my coworker to see and said “how many inches is this?” and she gave me a hole puncher to measure it with.
Anyway there haven’t been any major developments in the baby this week but I do feel like I’ve gotten bigger. The baby’s movements have changed – no longer a cute little poke, more like an earthquake in my gut every time he does a flip or a jumping jack. It’s quite jarring, and I have to stop whatever I’m doing – talking to a coworker, brushing my teeth, yelling at the dog – to go “oooh!” and laugh because it tickles me in a philosophical way. It’s like I swallowed an exploding burrito.
Outside the womb, things are finally moving forward. Stewart and I have started the major renovations that were supposed to only be “paint the nursery” but now are: copper repiping of our plumbing system, replacement of all wall-to-wall carpet in the house, painting all three bedrooms and the hallway, servicing the air conditioning system, purchasing new furniture, rearranging the contents of every room, etc. etc. etc. When I told my neighbor about our plans she said “It sounds like someone’s getting the house ready to sell!” Oh, don’t I wish. But with the way the real estate market is in Los Angeles, we could only afford to move next door. And they have a pool, so it’s probably too expensive.
Since I’ve been grounded from travel for work I have a lot more time to obsess about the Baby Stuff Project, so I dragged Stewart to Babies R Us, that wonderland of Baby Stuff. I thought he would be overwhelmed and have a meltdown, but it wasn’t him I had to worry about – it was ME!
We limited our attention to the infant car seat search – after poking at a few of them and testing them out for weight, we actually made a decision, and that was okay. (We chose the Graco Snugride, for you inquiring minds.) But THEN we looked for the matching stroller, and that’s where the trouble began. First, the store associate pulled a sample down from the display and smashed it against another display. Some little red plastic thing broke off and went flying. Luckily, nobody was hurt, but we were definitely confused about how this stroller would work without the little red plastic thing. Of course the store associate disappeared after this mishap, so we poked and prodded and tried to fold the stroller a thousand different ways but nothing happened. I was about to cry in frustration when the store associate came back and showed us – he pushed a secret button and the magic stroller just COLLAPSED onto the floor in a neat little package! Amazing.
The other new thing in Prince baby world is A Baby Story. We’ve been Tivo-ing the 2 episodes of A Baby Story on TLC that air every day and we watch them with or after dinner at night after I get home from work. The idea was to desensitize my husband to the horrors of labor but it turns out I need it just as much as he does.
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