Thanks for all the anniversary wishes! You are all too, too kind. *blushes*
On Thursday we passed the two-months-until-my-due-date mark, and I'll be thirty-two weeks on Tuesday. (We missed the thirty-week belly pictures because Bryan was in DC, but I PROMISE we'll do the thirty-two week ones.)
In honor of that auspicious mark, an update on our baby-preparedness-level.
Hmm, let's see. Here's a picture of the nursery's current state.
Clearly ready for a baby. I'm thinking we'll just swaddle the kid up tight and drop him on the futon, which probably will not collapse under his weight unless he is a really big baby, and we'll be all set.
Bryan insists that I inform you, in the interests of full disclosure, that there is a very good reason the nursery looks like this, and that reason involves absolutely no dereliction of duty on his part. I have to admit that he's right. He's been working very hard on the new office, which must be finished before we can turn the current office into the nursery.
But the construction team (consisting of Bryan and my brother-in-law) assures me that we are nearing a completion date, so I am not stressing. I'm sure we'll be ready in plenty of time.
And hey, no matter what happens, we're better off than my poor sister, who had her baby four weeks early and had to move to a completely different apartment ten days after he was born.
*takes a moment to recover from contemplating that horror*
In other news, People Are Very Kind.
These unbelievably adorable and unbelievably soft-and-squishy animals are a gift from Michelle, whom I know only through email. She's never met me; I could be a horrible person for all she knows; and yet she sends gifts for my baby! Mind-blowingly generous.
Also incredibly generous is the inimitable Amy, who sent this stuff:
She swears the diaper sacks are the Best Thing Ever, and since I myself have never been single-handedly responsible for the hygienic disposal of another person's body waste, who am I to contradict her? Am hugely grateful for the wisdom of Moms Who Have Gone Before, especially when it comes in such friendly packages.
And those duck shoes would make my ovaries twinge if my ovaries were not currently on hiatus. Too cute for words, no?
Although I am kind of having trouble believing that a person whose feet are small enough to fit into those is soon going to be living in this house, requiring full-time care. Eeek.
I'm thinking an ice-cream sandwich is in order here.