Aug 19, 2009 16:51
Diapers: check.
Wipes: check.
Coming home clothes: check.
Car seat: check.
Crib: check.
Crib sheet: check.
Adorable stuffed bunny: check!
I feel like I can drop this kid now and be okay, though my OB assures me that despite the earlier scare my bizness is still wrapped up tight and not ready to unleash the Unholy Terror Baby Beardo onto the unsuspecting world as yet.
It's going to be weird to wear pants again. Before I got knocked up, you were lucky to see me in a skirt or dress even once a year, it was almost always jeans. Now, not so much. Thank you, cheap Old Navy clearance racks!
Now we just have to solve a termite problem. Fuck. Right in the office/nursery, too. Bitches are eating our door-sized window panes. We don't really want to gas the whole house if we don't need to, but our attempts thus far to localize the killing fields have been quite unsuccessful. Again, fuuuuuuuuck.
housewifey,
awesome stuff,
omg cute,
give me a fucking break,
my katamari