I use this title because I feel as though I am living/creating a real life soap-opera for myself and those around me -namely Jason and Massey (yes, the dog has sadly been the witness to most of my...ahem...episodes).
I was able to look past the fact that the baby's room wasn't going to be ready any time soon. Okay, maybe not look past, but I was at terms with it....or so I thought. I am not sure what set me off on Friday while it was just me and the dog sitting watching TV, when Jason called, still on the road, we chatted about the plans for the weekend. There was a one-day sale at USA Baby outlet, including a major discount on the upholstered glider that I want. My Mom wanted to take me to look at the chairs and she is/was out of town for the weekend. I was going to go just to make sure if there was a "have to have it" deal, that I wouldn't miss it. I think that is what led me to the part of our conversation where I felt as though I needed to justify the trip to Richfield... and then the episode began. Progressively the conversation led to me expressing how I just had to go look at the chairs because if I missed out on a really good deal, I would be upset because it would be one more thing I would have to wait on. ...The feeling of the baby's room not being ready until December was becoming more and more unsettling (queue where it is getting really hard to disguise that tears are welling up and my voice is getting shaky)... It was all I had just to keep from bursting into a breakdown on the phone - and all Jason wanted to know was what I had planned for the weekend. He of course remained perfectly calm which left me wondering, did he have just enough beers with Mike where he is that tuned and can tell that I'm upset, but didn't want to put salt in the wound so he just stayed calm for my sake, or did he have just enough beers with Mike that he isn't picking up on my anxiety???
I have no idea, but low-and-behold, guess whose idea it was to move the baby stuff we have already up to the dining room only to make room for the guest room furniture to be moved to his "man" area downstairs - and then to move the baby stuff into the room on Saturday??? We got everything shifted around the house AND we assembled the crib, together which pictures will have to follow. To put icing on top of that - he tore and cleared out (yes, as in - it's at least in the garage instead of the basement now) the remains of the one bedroom downstairs. Granted, he discovered more water damage in the process, but it was above and beyond what I had expected for the day. I have to choose my battles and being upset about more water damage (through to the outside stucco) in this stupid house is not one of them. It was no shocker to me as I'm sure it won't be the last issue we find.
Moral of the story (this is now a trend rather than an added bit to the blog): Either my freak-outs are not going un-noticed OR my husband has impeccable intuition and timing:). I love him to pieces for so many reasons, one which notably is his patience and tolerance. I shouldn't feel bad, any pregnant wife would put him through some sort of rigmarole...right?!?! Humor me - Yes.
Oh, so we have the beginnings of a baby room. Most things we have for baby (aside from the growing stash of diapers and wipes) are in the room, it's just a matter of getting the other junk (books, frames and other stuff on the various junk collecting surfaces which were well used) out of there!
So - Baby news. Baby's getting big!! I am pretty sure we had a growth spurt last weekend and the past week was a bit uncomfortable with the stretching of my innards accompanied by being tap danced and kick-boxed by the wonderful creature growing inside me. According to our books, we have (at minimum) an egg-plant sized baby whose lungs are prepared for being outside the womb...and it's hearing is getting better daily. Up to this point I thought I was just adjusting to being overweight and pregnant, but now I realize that at I have now reached adjusting to being pregnant - and 7 months at that!!! Can you believe it?!?! I promise we'll do belly shots this week. HA! At one point in my life, that would have been something people do during a crazy night out at the bars - not anymore, now it involves a camera and the distance left between me and the wall hanging we're using to meausre my growing buddha.
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