And yes, I'm still proud of the Pack, even if the ending of the game had me shouting some very unmotherly and unladylike words. Bleeping bleepers.
I know it's redundant for me to go on about this once more, but WHERE is time going? 34 weeks?! Today marks my 'no travel' date- I'm limited to a one hour radius of Austin because a BABY could come (but she won't, because she knows that is absolutely positively not allowed before February 12 and she's an obedient girl, my Miss B is). I see the nurse this week, start weekly appointments the next week, and from there, it's go time. It's no secret I've been feeling some anxiety about the changes about to happen around here. Then, last night around midnight as I waited for my antacid medication to kick in and allow me to go lay in bed, I came across these in my iPhoto files:
And suddenly, at the sight of that teeny tiny baby and the breathtaking memory of how overwhelmed I was with love and awe and gratitude as I held our son for the very first time that day, how our world irreversibly changed in the instant he took his first breath ... the anxiety melted away to giddy excitement. We get to meet our GIRL next month! Anderson's SISTER!
Mister's sister who has a chair! J spent an hour this afternoon assembling one thing I really wanted to have before Bumblebee came home- a big comfy rocking chair. We didn't get one of these when we had A, and I wish we would have. I was drooling (seriously, drooooling) over the PBK version, but since I couldn't fathom spending an amount scarily close to our mortgage payment on a chair (and one that will be spit up on and spilled on at that), I found a knockoff. It's the Dorel slipcover rocker. I was nervous, but the reviews were positive and now that we've got one, I highly recommend it! For about $340 (for the chair, ottoman, and slipcovers), it's got all the charm of the PBK splurge with none of the guilt (and no risk of homelessness, when you spend your mortgage payment on a chair). One catch- you'll have to brave WallyWorld to get one. Sorry, people. But I promise, it's worth the post-Walmart shower. See?