Month: August 2004

The crib, which was going to take 10-16 weeks (or more) to come in, because they told us it had to be ordered from Italy, is already here! They found an available crib in one of their Canadian distributors’ warehouses. This is a good thing, because 10-16 weeks meant it would be coming in October or November. The baby’s coming in October or November. This could have been a problem. (Well, we do have a cradle, but still – it will be nice to have the room all ready and put together before the baby comes home!)

The dresser/changing table is ready for pick-up, too.

However…the room is still full of furniture, and boxes of stuff that I couldn’t bear to part with, and piles of things that I managed to part with that need to be thrown out or recycled (quick! before I change my mind!) and still has horrible striped wallpaper and glow-in-the-dark monster eye stickers all over the ceiling and trim.

Guess what we’re going to have to work on all weekend long?

Oh, and today I am 30 weeks pregnant. 30! Which means only 7-10 (well, really, up to 12) weeks before we get to meet this baby! Our first childbirth class is Monday. That just blows my mind, because when I scheduled them, it was two months away. Where did those two months go?!?

My youngest brother went off to his second year of college today, and I wanted to send him along with his favorite cookies. Unfortunately, even though they’ve carried them in the past, our local Wegmans didn’t have any cinnamon chips – a critical ingredient. So the other night, I went to the gigantic mega-super-Wegmans (the one we use as a tourist stop when people come visit us from outside of Rochester) and they didn’t have them either. Uh-oh…

Realizing that going to a third Wegmans would probably not help matters any, I made the ultimate sacrifice. I went to their competitor, Tops. And they had the chips, which is good, and I stocked up. But I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting the Grocery Store Police to come and revoke my Wegmans Shoppers Club Card any minute.

I guess it’s strange to be loyal to a particular chain of grocery stores…but I really hope Wegmans gets those chips in stock before I run out of the 4 bags I have left. The Grocery Store Police will probably track down the fingerprints on the (empty) bottle of Wegmans branded bottled water that Denis discarded at Tops, and start watching our every grocery-buying move…

I had a prenatal appointment today, and they let me know that I passed the glucose test. Yay! One less thing to worry about for now.

As a reward, they gave me a shot. I’m Rh negative, which means that I could potentially start fighting off the baby’s red blood cells. To prevent that, they gave me a shot of something called RhoGAM. Silly me, I took off my over-shirt so I could get my shot. Um, yeah. To put it delicately, I needn’t have bothered. She isn’t even born yet, and this baby’s already a pain in the…rear.

I’m at the point where I start going to appointments every two weeks now. Time is flying!

Well, we didn’t quite get to the “well over 100 items” mark that the registry consultant suggested, but we managed to finish registering at both Babies R Us and Target today. Actually, “finished” might not be the best description. I’m sure there are things we forgot that are important. There are other things we intentionally forgot – I think the reason people register for so many items is that they put clothes, receiving blankets, and toiletries on their registries. We kind of figured people will buy those things anyway, so why bother registering for specific ones? (I trust our families and friends to have relatively decent taste. And if they don’t, that’s what gift receipts are for, right?)

Besides, “well over 100” is way too many decisions to make.

We also put together the cradle. Yes, it’s way early, but it was mostly a procrastination technique. This is how the conversation went:

Sarah: “Hey, Denis, do you want to help me clean out the desk that’s in the nursery?”
Denis: “Actually, I was thinking of putting the cradle together today.”
Sarah: “Oh, what a great idea, let’s do that instead!”

Since that took all of 10 minutes, we did manage to clean out the desk drawers, and I started packing away the stuff on the shelves above it. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get the rest put away. That piece of furniture is the biggest obstacle between me and tearing down the horrid wallpaper in the room so we can get ready to paint!

(Sorry for all the baby posts lately. I’ve been knitting fun and exciting things, but I haven’t managed to take pictures yet. Soon, I promise.)

Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? So now I’m a really strong human pincushion. Actually, it was really OK (aside from the nasty drink and being somewhat dizzy from hunger) until the last draw, because they had to reuse a vein. Ugh. Of course, in the not-too-distant future I’m going to go through much more unpleasantness than a few little needles to actually have this baby, so I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining!

Thanks for all the good-luck vibes! Now I just have to forget about the test until I get the results – no sense in stressing for the whole weekend, right?

I “failed” the one-hour glucose test I took last week – not by a lot, but they have a hard cut-off, after which they make you take the three-hour glucose test. This involves drinking twice as much awful fizzy extra-sweet orange soda (I hate orange soda to begin with) and getting blood drawn four times (which I’m really not good at in the first place).

So, tomorrow bright and early (well, maybe 8:00 isn’t really that early) I get to go become a pincushion. I’m going to look like a drug addict by the time I get home. Hopefully, I’ll at least be able to knit for most of the hours I’m sitting there…

Oh, and this topic came up at Sit & Knit tonight: how do women not know they’re pregnant? I’m not talking three or four months here, I’m talking about those stories you hear where someone goes to the emergency room for abdominal pain and comes home with a baby, not knowing they were pregnant in the first place. I mean, you would think the alien kicking inside their belly would be a big clue, wouldn’t you?

Backstory: this is an animal cracker. It’s supposed to be a camel. I realize that the poor camel had a small accident before being baked. But does anyone else find it absolutely hilarious to see a camel with its legs crossed? (Sorry, it’s probably just me. My sense of humor gets a little strange(r) when I’m tired…)

Oh, and on an even sillier note, when I give my dogs animal crackers (they love them, even though I keep telling them it’s cannibalism) Molly gets a camel because she can go days without peeing, and Murphy gets a sheep since he’s always after my wool.

Yeah, maybe I should stop this entry right now and go to bed before everyone realizes just how bizarre my sense of humor really is…

I know it’s just the Hall of Fame game, but there’s football on! Right now! The chili’s on the stove, and I’ve already taken a nap, so I ought to be able to stay up for a good part of the game.

Football!