So I’m getting to the point where I come up with hilarious blog titles and other things to write about all day and in the evening, and then when I have the time to sit down and write—> they’re all gone. The musings, everything disappears. Perhaps if I recap the last few days I’ll remember what I wanted to tell you all.
Well, still can’t find the camera. Though G had a good idea for attempting to electronically send out the ultrasound money-shot of Thumbkin: take a picture of the picture with my digital camera- in a room with good lighting and no flash. He’s pretty smart. Of course, I can’t find my camera so that’s something we’ll have to try another time.
This morning the Volunteers of America came and took a bunch of furniture and other stuff that I donated because I quite frankly NEED TO GET RID OF STUFF because between the baby and G, who is apparently a pack-rat, I will be forced to live in another small-apartment-filled-with-too-much-stuff if I do not purge purge purge everything I own. This means I am tossing old cds (who buys cds anymore?!) VHS tapes (even though I still own -and occasionally use a working VCR), clothing that was originally meant to go to Goodwill a year ago, an old stereo, an old wine rack, an old kitchen table, a sofa, chairs, random kitchen supplies I have multiples of, etc. What am I NOT purging you ask? Any clothing that I have worn in the last year. I have absolutely no idea what will fit me when this who pregnancy business is over with. I have moments when I pass by my closet filled with adorable pants and I think, “I should just toss them. I’ll never get them even halfway up my thighs again.” But no, I’m not going to do it. I’m going to hold onto those pants because SOMEday, I’m going to either fit back into them, or use them as motivational tools by duct taping my skinny jeans to the refrigerator. But it does feel really silly to move all of these clothes that I feel like I haven’t worn in forever, and that I perhaps may never wear again. Le sigh.
Which leads me to my next discovery: being pregnant prepares you for doing massive amounts of laundry for the rest of your life because eventually you’re going to get to the bottom of your Maternity Hand-Me-Down clothes at 7:30am on a work-day morning and realize that your last fitting CLEAN work-outfit is something you would make fun of another person wearing. I look ridiculous today. I looked in the mirror once I had it on and just decided that pregnancy is a big healthy dose of realizing how vain and awful you are.
The other night I told G that he’s officially schtupping a fat girl- how does that feel? I think he’s just glad I have an aversion to keeping the lights on.
On the baby front: I think I feel Thumbkin moving around in there more. It doesn’t feel so much like kicking as it does rolling around. I can’t decide if this is because I’m so concerned that he’s smushed in there or if it’s really a feeling. In the ultrasound I couldnt’ get over how cramped up he was. Prior to that ultrasound it appeared as though he had plenty of room to swim around like a little fish. And often, when I thought I felt something move in there, I would imagine it was like little air bubbles floating through my “fish tank-like” uterus with my little goldfish happily swimming from side to side. Now I realize he’s just smushed in there looking uncomfortable. And how HOT it must get in there?!?!
So we’ve got the house mostly packed up and we get the keys tomorrow night. And then we’re going to measure rooms (for rugs) and windows (for curtains). And I’m going to check out the bathroom and closets (for storage areas) to see what I should start shopping for in regards to adorable storage containers. Yea– I’m excited for the house-stuff-buying. G, not so much. He thinks I’m going to make everything “all girly” which isn’t true at all. I think he thinks we get to turn the new place into a total dude-house because we’re having a boy. NOT SO, my friend.
And the old landlords (of my current apartment) just called to tell me they’ll be “showing” my apartment to potential tenants on Saturday at 10am, just as we start moving. Hahahahaha. That should be fun.
Anyways, that’s what’s going on so far. Again, I have not a clue if any of this is stuff I wanted to share with you all before, but at least I’m blogging right?
More later, and I will keep looking for my camera…