...vol #? I have no idea.
I have lots of ideas floating around my brain, lots of blog posts I'd *love* to have enough time to type out and really write, rather than just photo-dump posts with not a lot of substance, but pregnancy fatigue (helloooo third trimester) and a crazy to-do list have been preventing me. A currently post was right up my alley.
Eating: a poptart after I drank 8 oz of straight sugar this morning for my glucose test, which was disgusting as usual BUT way better in the orange flavor & chilled than the room-temp fruit punch kind last time. (seriously, way better.)
Relishing: the good deals I got at the twice-annual consignment sale I go to, both for Kate and baby 2. It's hard to shop for babies when you don't know the gender and the last gender-neutral baby you had was born in the exact opposite season, so I'm starting from scratch again. I have a lot of boyish-looking onesies and am going to rely on headbands & pink hats to differentiate gender if necessary.
Buying: I also got these two freaking adorable "coming home" outfits for baby, from Gap using my Gap CC and two promo codes which made them $8 each (unheard of for babyGap sleepers). Which will it be, boy or girl? ;)
Making: slow but sure progress on quilt for baby 2, which is going to be markedly different from Kate's quilt. I'm doing a big geometric pattern with a total of like 6 seams (so much easier than all those chevron pieces!) and going to add some visual interest in the form of the actual quilting, but time is running out so I need to get my butt in gear.
Thrilled: that I found this literally mint-condition set of the Peter Rabbit books at aforementioned consignment sale, but then not-so-thrilled that my destructo toddler made a huge crease in the box by standing on it about 10 minutes after I unpacked it for her. (TODDLERS.)
Wearing: the last two pairs of gym shorts that don't make the baby kick like crazy in protest of the tight waistband, and wishing I could find something else to transition me in these last few months of pregnancy.
Realizing: I'll be 30 weeks on Tuesday and I can't believe how fast the time has flown. Eventually I'll do another bump post (sorry for the blog neglect, child #2) but everything's going smoothly and the worst effects are some back pain which is really to be expected.
Excited: because this weekend David and I are taking a glamorous babymoon to Kansas City to go to IKEA and I'm pretty thrilled. We need so much furniture, including a desk so I can stop working at our cast-off dining room table, because this house is a lot bigger than our old house and I'm excited to get some things crossed off my list.
Hunting: for a glider or armchair type of thing I can actually nurse in to put in the baby's room. I think I want something cream colored or white to blend in with the baby spitup, but I don't want to spend an arm and a leg for it. (Something like this but more neutral? But I do love me a good pattern.) Last time I nursed Kate in a nice rocking chair David found on Craigslist for me, but I realized I need something with soft arms if I want to relax fully. We'll see if something pops up. (Having never bought a chair brand new, the price tags on these terrify me. $300?? for one chair!??)
Trying: to narrow down our list of names for said bébé. We both have our "top" choices for each gender, but surprise surprise...they don't line up. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Listening: still to Young House Love Has A Podcast, which is hilarious and makes me want to be friends with them in real life. They're inspiring me to make a whole-house list because my brain keeps thinking of things we need to do and then promptly forgetting them.
Wishing: we had time to do every single project on that list before baby gets here, but instead I have to somehow narrow down what we can get done and try not to freak out about it.
Loving: Kate's new favorite pasttime, which is to grab her play stethoscope and go to me and say, "listen to baby, mama?". Taking her along to all those OB appointments, no matter how tiring they might be, are apparently making an impression! We call her Dr. Kitty anytime she does her doctor stuff and she loves it.
Crying: at pretty much everything nowadays. #typicalpregnantlady
whew. that's probably enough for one post. bye y'all!