If you were ever to visit Chez Lola in the evening time, this is the first thing you'd see. It's how I'm spending most of my nights. Covered under 2 blankets & working very hard on the top one. I'm sort of neurotic about it. Since we're having another boy, we don't have to shop & I believe he needs something all of his own. Sure he's gotten a couple new things, but just a couple. We're still looking for a nice little "Welcome Home" gown. How I wish they made gowns in sizes larger than "Newborn". Gus wore a gown for a long time. Since he was well out of the newborn size at the time of delivery you can guess how snug he felt. They're just so much easier than trying to shove little legs into slots.
I was on the phone with Ava yesterday & I was trying to explain my pregnancy fears. With Gus, I was worried about how many t-shirts we had (plenty), would someone show me how to change a diaper (never changed one until we got home), would the nurses be offended when I called SK a 'muther fucker' (never did...still surprised), etc. Obviously, I don't have those fears this time around. Now I have completely irrational ones. I know that I'm insane, but I take comfort in that fact. But here they are:
I fear that I'll be one of those women that have had the baby cut out of their womb by some stranger: When some creepy guy asked how far along I was, I lied. He was practically standing on top of me when he asked. He was a security guard with a gun, so I felt justified.
Whenever I've got a particularly stubborn poop, I have a fear that I'll push myself into labor: No one. NO ONE tells you that the act of pushing out a baby, is the same act of pushing out a large shit. Make no mistake, the miracle of life starts off filthy. Sorry if that offended anyone, but it's true.
An elbow to the belly is going to create a nice dent in TBA's head: If Gus props himself up while we're reading a book or if an over-zealous shopper doesn't see me, I feel the kid get bumped. Great there's a great reason for him to blame me for his wonky look.
See, I told you, irrational. I have some very real fears, but I don't feel like talking about them yet.
I'll leave you with a nice preview of my finished Advent Calendar. SK was very concerned that I was going to photograph & blog about the project prior to the rest of the Christmas decorations being set-up. Once that's done, I'll take plenty of pictures & leave details.
P.s. If anyone with Photo skills can tell me why my pictures are turning out dark, I would love an answer. Even on Auto & with a Flash, they come out dark. Photoshop has been my friend.