Yawn.
I'm sleepy. We went to a concert last night and didn't get to bed until midnight. That was followed up shortly there after by 5:30 and having to wake up.
It was really cool but it will probably be preggo's last concert. When I bought the (pit) tickets I wasn't really thinking that the "little one" would be taking up so much space so I was up on the lawn most of the time. Brandon only went into the pit for DragonForce. That was most of the reason I had bought the tickets for anyway. I know that they don't tour the states that often and I know Brandon will almost never buy concert tickets for himself.
I've had a lot of stuff that I want to blog about but by the time I get home and really start thinking about it, it all seems very 'meh'. Tadpole is officially a boy and will probably be named Trent Hayden. You can have a name picked out for years but as soon as you start thinking about the permanance of really naming someone (besides a dog) it starts to sound weird. He likes music. Kicks like mad. And he has been kicking all day...allllll daayyyy. I don't mind but it is a bit uncomfortable in lower belly. Brandon actually SAW the baby kick today. I had seen it before but he would usually get shy about the time that I found someone to look at my belly with anticipaction.
I've started the baby registry. It's fun with the zapper in the store but the researching the products and getting your moneys worth and finding products that people actually liked and didn't rip apart for being shitty. And Brandon's mom has become a hippie (in all the good ways) and is suggesting natural products. I'm 100% down with this...assuming that I can find what she recommends and it doesn't break the bank.
Going to try and go to the child care place on base tomorrow. My biggest gripey complaint. When I went down to Florida to see my family people were talking about choosing which of their family members baby sat their kids. My brother and my cousin both use my Mom pretty much as a daily day care. They have no idea how lucky they are.I get to chose between strangers in a "professional" place or strangers in a "home" setting. I'm going to start with the "professionals" on base. But I think they know that they've got the proverbial "us" by the short curly hairs if you know what I mean. I'm going to ask their stance on breast feeding, breast milk, bottles with drop ins and cloth diapers. I'm guessing that the last one won't fly but some disposables is better than all disposables, right?
This is long and random. Hope you had fun reading it.
It was really cool but it will probably be preggo's last concert. When I bought the (pit) tickets I wasn't really thinking that the "little one" would be taking up so much space so I was up on the lawn most of the time. Brandon only went into the pit for DragonForce. That was most of the reason I had bought the tickets for anyway. I know that they don't tour the states that often and I know Brandon will almost never buy concert tickets for himself.
I've had a lot of stuff that I want to blog about but by the time I get home and really start thinking about it, it all seems very 'meh'. Tadpole is officially a boy and will probably be named Trent Hayden. You can have a name picked out for years but as soon as you start thinking about the permanance of really naming someone (besides a dog) it starts to sound weird. He likes music. Kicks like mad. And he has been kicking all day...allllll daayyyy. I don't mind but it is a bit uncomfortable in lower belly. Brandon actually SAW the baby kick today. I had seen it before but he would usually get shy about the time that I found someone to look at my belly with anticipaction.
I've started the baby registry. It's fun with the zapper in the store but the researching the products and getting your moneys worth and finding products that people actually liked and didn't rip apart for being shitty. And Brandon's mom has become a hippie (in all the good ways) and is suggesting natural products. I'm 100% down with this...assuming that I can find what she recommends and it doesn't break the bank.
Going to try and go to the child care place on base tomorrow. My biggest gripey complaint. When I went down to Florida to see my family people were talking about choosing which of their family members baby sat their kids. My brother and my cousin both use my Mom pretty much as a daily day care. They have no idea how lucky they are.I get to chose between strangers in a "professional" place or strangers in a "home" setting. I'm going to start with the "professionals" on base. But I think they know that they've got the proverbial "us" by the short curly hairs if you know what I mean. I'm going to ask their stance on breast feeding, breast milk, bottles with drop ins and cloth diapers. I'm guessing that the last one won't fly but some disposables is better than all disposables, right?
This is long and random. Hope you had fun reading it.