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My husband left on friday for Peru. I'm 8 months pregnant. I'm going to say that one more time. My husband left on friday for Peru, and I'm 8 months pregnant. The italics, in this case, are to denote bitterness. Unfortunately for me, I can't even really be truly upset because (a) he asked how I'd feel about it before signing up for the trip, and (b) He's going to be doing surgery on little underpriveleged Peruvian kiddos with club feet and scoliosis and things, so being angry that he's not there to make me a cup of hot tea in the evening and listen to me whine sounds just a tad shallow and self-centered. Having said all that, however, My husband left for Peru and I'm 8 months pregant. Hmmph. I may have the baby this week just to spite him.
In other news, I received the baby blanket from the lovely and talented edhed , and it is truly a thing of beauty, and quite soft and cuddly. I'm sure the boy is going to thoroughly enjoy sleeping/eating/peeing/puking on it.
My father is now working on the dresser/changing table for the baby's room, which brings us to the baby controversey of the week, namely, what type of drawer pulls to put on said dresser. My parents are for some reason wigging out over the drawer pulls. My mother has called me no less than 3 times and emailed me once to remind me to send her a link to the type of drawer pull I want, because my father has found these drawer pulls that he likes that are (gasp!) FOURTEEN DOLLARS A PIECE, and they don't even GO with the DECOR of the ROOM, according to my mother. Thus, obviously, an intervention is in order, and rather than tackling my father on the way to the computer and jamming a syringe full of haldol in his thigh to prevent him from ordering said drawer pulls, we must buy different drawer pulls IMMEDIATELY, so that he doesn't have the chance to fritter away his retirement on hand painted ceramic stars. The drama. It's everywhere.