Friday, January 28, 2011

1,437 Cribs.

Did you know that target carries 1,437 baby cribs? And that the only baby crib that Skyler really wants isn't listen in those over a thousand listings? Solid back, 4 in 1 convertible in an espresso color. I swear this crib does not exist and he made it up in his head. Okay, it DOES exist, but its also very expensive, if not discontinued. So he has finally changed his mind and decided we can choose something different. (Not to mention after reading a LOT of reviews you cannot tie a crib bumper into a solid back.) I think i have spent a total of 72 hours looking at JUST cribs. I'm slightly over it.
On a good note, I took a break from searching for the non-existent Skyler-worthy crib to clean up the guest room, which will become the nursery. I would like to say that Honey Lamb has a LOT of stuff. In fact, i think she has as much stuff as Target has cribs. (1,437 for those of you who forgot) I somehow magically packed all of her Afghan-sent trunks and boxes galore into the closet and even shut the door. HA! take THAT! Then i took another break and ate another quarter jar of green olives. and my back hurts. After moving all the boxes around I thought, hmm, maybe I'm not supposed to lift heavy items? Is this a pregnancy no no? so i did more research (getting so good at the pregnancy research stuff) and found out that indeed, you are NOT supposed to lift, because you take the risk of separating the placenta from the uterine wall blah blah blah. Soooo, I guess I'm done lifting, thank goodness I finished the room before I read. And I guess i will no longer be picking up Sasha from one couch and putting her on another when she INSISTS on cuddling with mommy and daddy. I swear she senses that shes about to be replaced....
I feel good today. CLEARLY, since I did all that moving around. Every ten minutes I ponder IS IT STILL IN THERE? and sometimes out loud "BABY ARE YOU STILL IN THERE!" It's in there alright, I have bloat to show it. Oh, and the excessively oily skin? gag me. I had to scrub my face THREE different times in the shower to make it feel clean. everything is soooo oily. But my appetite seems to have calmed down today and I didn't get nauseous once. yessss. (I must be having one of those really easy pregnancies that every other toilet hugging constipated mom-to-be is jealous of.) And now I have heartburn. Goodnight!

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