So I fiiiinally find some maternity clothes to purchase online and they don't ship to Canada. What, like Canada is SOOO far out of your way, Gap. You're already shipping everything else to me! Got a problem with pregnant Canadians?
My baby thinks it owns the place these days. I just let it take over because whatever it's doing in there is adorable.
The other day I sneezed and peed my pants. I got things under control before it was too late, but I think that day marked the official day of me becoming a mother. Sorry Chloe and future offspring, can't jump on the tramp with you anymore.
My nursery isn't going to be cute and my kid will be dressed in rags, but you should SEE the stroller we bought...no, really, you should see it. I'm afraid if I post a picture you'll all bump key my door and take off running with it...and have the best run of your LIFE as you ease into comfort behind this luxurious pram.
Alan has 3 more weeks of school. So I started working on the baby quilt. It's a disaster, someone please fix my mistakes.
I just measured my hips/waist to order something online and the tape measure is still synched around me.
I bought a dresser for the nursery off Kijiji. I called the number I got from the ad and realized 5 minutes into my phone call I was talking to a Hutterite (it's been a while since I've run the counter at Pro Hardware). It took weeks of her contacting me to get that thing in our house...Lisa really didn't understand that I literally couldn't leave work until 4...and then once I got it here and was pleased as punch, I thought I was done with the phone calls and the texts (yes, they can text), but no. She texts me almost every morning at 7:30. She's persistent. "Hi Tina. How is you doing".....does anyone know how to block numbers?
The sunshine has been nice. It really cheers me up after being a real crabhole inside the hospice all day. I'm ready to leave that place.
Two more months of just me and Alan and the tummy......how can I enjoy it when I have nothing to wear?! I'm suing all the maternity stores. Also this next sentence is for them:
YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST!