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Neil put all of the baby furniture together this weekend. At my insistence. I'm starting to get all nesting-like, and would have done it myself, but he's been really over-protective of my lifting anything at all. It's making me all soft and out of shape, and it's frustrating, but that' just the sort of guy he is, I guess. Things'll be back to normal after Tad is born. Though that's when I think I'll need the break! Anyway, I'm working on arranging it in a way that makes sense in his tiny little room, and planning what sort of theme we'll have. I had picked out some monkey things, but we'll probably just have a mish-mash. He'll be inheriting some of Neil's things, which we'll make work. I went shopping today at a place where we can't afford anything, but I had been looking for the perfect baby book, and happened to find one there that was reasonable. The lamp I lusted after was not--who can afford to spend $60 on ONE lamp for a baby's room?! Craziness.
While I was in town, I got bad haircuts for Tasha and myself. The stylist I went to gave me more of a bob than the layered/stacked look I asked for. I'll give it a few days, and if I still don't like it, I'll go for a redo, I guess. There's no helping Tasha's cut. She kept biting her groomer, so they only gave her head a cursory cut after shaving off most of her hair because it was matted. So she's a very bald dog with a very furry head. They shaved her ears, though, so she looks kind of alien- or gremlin-ish.
It took HOURS for them to get to her and finish her up, and then had to charge me extra for a "special handling fee." And I felt guilty, so I gave them a large tip as well. Tasha thanked me for the ordeal by coming home and peeing on the floor.
So, we're at 28 weeks and a few days. 12 weeks to go. We start birthing classes this week, and the shower is 2 weeks from today. Things seem to be moving fast now. I have a lot to get in order before I take maternity leave. That is stressing me out. I'm hoping Tad waits until his due date so I can finish everything. At the same time, I'm afraid of him waiting too long to make an appearance, because both Neil's side and my side have a history of nearly 10-pound babies. Ouch.
At this point, Tad is still nameless because I'm waiting on Neil to tell me if he likes Henry or Nathaniel better. Neil, meanwhile, is waiting for me to decide which one I like better. I say, if he's so intent on waiting for me to make a decision, I'll just call him Gabriel after all. Neil isn't for that, though. :( I like Henry, because then he would have a family name from each side (Millard is Neil's family name, which will be Tad's middle name). I like Nathaniel because it gives him a choice of nicknames, and just sounds nice. So, I have to decide--sentimentality for family names, or something that I like on its own merits. I dunno. Being a mom and making big decisions is hard!
While I was in town, I got bad haircuts for Tasha and myself. The stylist I went to gave me more of a bob than the layered/stacked look I asked for. I'll give it a few days, and if I still don't like it, I'll go for a redo, I guess. There's no helping Tasha's cut. She kept biting her groomer, so they only gave her head a cursory cut after shaving off most of her hair because it was matted. So she's a very bald dog with a very furry head. They shaved her ears, though, so she looks kind of alien- or gremlin-ish.
It took HOURS for them to get to her and finish her up, and then had to charge me extra for a "special handling fee." And I felt guilty, so I gave them a large tip as well. Tasha thanked me for the ordeal by coming home and peeing on the floor.
So, we're at 28 weeks and a few days. 12 weeks to go. We start birthing classes this week, and the shower is 2 weeks from today. Things seem to be moving fast now. I have a lot to get in order before I take maternity leave. That is stressing me out. I'm hoping Tad waits until his due date so I can finish everything. At the same time, I'm afraid of him waiting too long to make an appearance, because both Neil's side and my side have a history of nearly 10-pound babies. Ouch.
At this point, Tad is still nameless because I'm waiting on Neil to tell me if he likes Henry or Nathaniel better. Neil, meanwhile, is waiting for me to decide which one I like better. I say, if he's so intent on waiting for me to make a decision, I'll just call him Gabriel after all. Neil isn't for that, though. :( I like Henry, because then he would have a family name from each side (Millard is Neil's family name, which will be Tad's middle name). I like Nathaniel because it gives him a choice of nicknames, and just sounds nice. So, I have to decide--sentimentality for family names, or something that I like on its own merits. I dunno. Being a mom and making big decisions is hard!