No sudden changes in me from baby or in baby from what I can tell... other than the fact that I think she's gonna be a dancer. Apparently, round weightless spaces make for great dance floors! She's been doing a lot of moving around this week. Even through the night which was been the first time I've felt it. It's like she's rolling from one side to the other and then sticking out an elbow or knee, which would be true to form like her ultrasound pictures. No complaints though. I know movement is just one of the signs of a healthy baby. Besides, she isn't in my ribs like everyone keeps telling me about. Isn't God good? (Have I said that before?)
This week I finally met up with my friend Lora. We sometimes have uncoordinating travel schedules. Trying to plan office time together has been a little challenging. She was with me at the baby shower in D.C. and had the remainder of the gifts in her luggage because my carry on was too small that trip. Anyway, I have gotten from her the final piece to the nursery decorating puzzle. (Does that sound like an excuse?) One of the gifts I received at that shower was some wall art to hang in the room. So this weekend's project is to finish what has been started. Pictures of course to come soon.
Getting the room done is getting to be more and more important. I mean it IS only about 8 weeks away from my due date. Not to mention I believe I was finally bitten by the "let's-buy-everything-baby-needs-right-now-bug." I have my dear friend Amy to thank for this though. I was doing great. I mean really. I had only purchased a couple of outfits for her and had been keeping my eyes from getting too excited about any one thing.
Then Amy calls me last Saturday morning to tell me that the local baby store right down the street was having a Grab Bag Sale starting at 10am on clearance items. Everything on clearnce you can fit in the bag for just $15. I don't miss good sales. So I was in! Now Amy lives in another state so she wasn't going to be able to join me, but she did give me some pointers.
Then Amy calls me last Saturday morning to tell me that the local baby store right down the street was having a Grab Bag Sale starting at 10am on clearance items. Everything on clearnce you can fit in the bag for just $15. I don't miss good sales. So I was in! Now Amy lives in another state so she wasn't going to be able to join me, but she did give me some pointers.
1) Get there early. To which I replied, "Yeah, I was thinking like 5 minutes or so. Maybe more like right at 10am when the doors open."
2) Stand in line, but move fast when the door opens. My response, "Stand in line? What? Nah. You've got to be kidding me! Are these people gonna be that serious about it?"
3) Be careful about your selections. You can get a lot in one bag. "Oh I'm the queen of packing! I will watch that very carefully."
Based on our conversation, I was on board with 1 of the 3 tips. I got there about 4 minutes before 10. So I guess I did get there early. I sat in the car. Waited. Then I noticed the first person get out and go to the door. It was still locked. That one lady doing that thus created a line. So I sat in the car and watched and just like everyone else, before I knew it I was getting out of my car to join this LINE! (So what's that about? The whole line sensation? I couldn't resist getting in that line. It is something about seeing a line form. I've done that at places when I have no clue what the line is for. I think a lot of people do. Like the man behind me who was really trying to go to the store next door. lol)
Anyway, I had now conquered 2 of the 3 tips and the last tip wasn't an option. I knew I would be very good at that one. I grabbed my bag and listened to the rules from the associate while proceeding to my rack of attack. After grabbing all the outfits I wanted from the hangers and even lying in wait, (which will be tip #4 next time) for people to put back stuff they didn't want I moved to a small corner.
In this small corner I removed all outfits from the "roomy" hangers that would tear my grab bag and I began to grampa Woodson. Yes, that's a verb. Grampa Woodson is a meticulous well thought out form of pack-ratting. I folded each outfit neatly in half and then rolled. While doing this I checked sizes and the cutest factor. Grampa would be real proud of me! God rest his soul. I miss you Grandma and Grandpas.
Long story short $15 for $126 of merchandise! Wow, I was so excited! I couldn't believe it. I now have most of my purchases hanging neatly in the baby's closet. Well at least the ones I had hangers for. I'll have to go buy more hangers and then put the rest in the dresser drawers.
With that said I'm hiding the car keys from myself. I am no fool and aware that the "let's-buy-everything-baby-needs-right-now-bug" can be very dangerous. In the meantime here are some pictures of me and our growing baby.
In the office at home
Feeling like I really look like my mother right here
Hating the delayed response to our digital camera
& the "Babe, really. You don't look pregnant from the back" shot
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