A and I bought a couple of pieces of furniture last weekend and spent all weekend putting them together to make our apartment more liveable since we don't have cable. Yay for 4 channels! It hasn't been too bad, though. It has forced us to get out of the apartment on weekends and find other ways to amuse ourselves. I haven't watched TV in 4 days and I don't feel like I've missed out on anything!
Now that we are finally getting settled into Houston and our apartment, things in the baby department have been moving along quite quickly. No, I haven't had the little guy yet, although there are some moments when I swear he will be making an appearance. I had a baby shower last weekend at KH's house! She did SUCH a good job! Everything was just adorable! So many people showed up and I was just so happy that all of my favorite people could share in this special time in my life. CC baked an awesome cake which was sooooo good. I was bad and had two pieces....oooops!
We also took our baby CPR class and maternity ward tour. A was surprisingly really in to the CPR. I'm glad he took it seriously. At least I know our little one will be taken care of if God forbid anything happens. There were two women in the class with us that had little ones. An 11 month old, and a 22 month old. Hearing about the little inconspicous things that end up in the babies' mouths was a real eye opener. I had no idea that little ones could pry the rubber pads off of door stoppers and eat them! That class definitely made me want to baby proof the crap out of our apartment. But, little ones still find ways to get around all of the obstacles put in their way.
I feel great for being late third trimester, however, my poor footsies are all swollen up! They are like puffy sausages! I can't get any relief either. My shoes kill me. Sitting for too long hurts, standing for too long hurts. There is no happy medium. I should invent a pair of shoes for pregnant women that have cooling gel wraps that surround your foot, so the swelling decreases and your foot stays cool. Man, that would be awesome!
53 days left in my pregnancy. I can't believe it. I am going to be responsible for another human's life in 53 short days. My free days of doing what I wanted when I wanted with who I wanted are just about over. Want to go run out for coffee? Nope. Gotta get a sitter. Want to stay out all night at a bar or club? Nope. I've got a little one at home that needs a bedtime story and a bottle. I'm sure I will still have some sort of social life, but this might just knock the wind out of my social sails. I can do this, I can do this! My mantra for the next 18+ years. I can do this, I can be a capable mother.... eeekkk... the dreaded "M" word.....
