Memory.

Repost from pregnancy with girl.

October 2005.

I am completely overcome at the moment. A friend who lives quite far away from me asked me if it was okay if she sent me a few things for the baby. Sure! I said.

This morning a HUGE box arrived on my doorstep, through the mail. An end-table sized box, maybe. It weighs about 40lbs. It is FULL of beautiful, gently used things. Really really nice things. It will take me all day to go through it. Wow.

November 2005.


See, once you get up to four kids, people just shake their heads at you. They don't even bother asking if the kids are planned anymore (grin). Or they say "you KNOW it'll just be another BOY, right?" because until this pregnancy we've had a straight run of boys. Uh, that'd be okay, dudes.

I think the nesting urge has set in.

What did I feel like doing today? I was too tempted by the stain remover at the store not to buy it. I came home, applied it to pretty much everything remotely stained, steam-cleaned the couch for an hour (again), washed the couch coverlet, did the dishes, washed the baby's coming-home snowsuit, and am now off to scrub the car seat down because I think it smells funny.

This is not normal, folks. On a good day, I load the dishwasher and am pleased with myself. On a really good day, everyone in the house can find matching socks without trying too hard.

I remember during my last pregnancy barfing right before a very long shift at work, and having to excuse myself to go buy new clothes, because I'd ruined mine.

I just went out to the shed to fetch the stroller and wash it down, only to trip in a tiger trap, er, hole that the dog cleverly made, and now my arm is sore where I landed on it. I can't wait for this clumsiness to be over with.

Also, the kitten got out somehow while this was going on and I didn't notice until I saw her gallumping about in the yard. Thank goodness she came when called, but I'm unreasonably upset that she got out at all. The tiniest little things are upsetting me right now (literally, figuratively, everything in between).

My husband's friend was completely scandalised when he discovered I still drink coffee. I've never, ever enjoyed Coke until this pregnancy. Now I see what others see in it. It's so damned good.