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Yesterday we had a lot going on. We had a prenatal breastfeeding class in the morning and an infant CPR class in the afternoon. Then after dinner we ran up to the Falls to the outlet mall so we could get cheap kids' books at John's favorite cheap bookstore and hit the Carter's outlet where I purchased seven very cute onesies for 20 bucks. Then we went to Target to get a mattress cover for the crib so we could finally make the crib with our one sheet that we have so far.
When we got home, by the way, we made the crib up, only to discover that the bumpers are probably not going to happen with the drop gate. Makes me wish we had not registered for the bedding set then because if we're not using the bumpers and I'm using the quilt as a wall hanging, I could have just registered for the sheet to the set separately. But oh well. I think I want to find a way to rig the bumpers up around the brick of the fireplace anyway for future childproofing.
Oh, and why can't I find a damn toy box anywhere?
But I digress.
The point is that I was tired today and my feet were not totally recovered. Feeling rather anti-social, I decided to play the pregnancy card and not go to my uncle's suprise birthday party, which was really rather far of a drive anyway. Called my folks to ask them to send my regards and my dad answered so it was a short conversation. My mom calls back later freaking out over the fact that I have swollen feet, refusing to believe that it's a common symptom and not giving a crap that every time I go see the midwives, they all crack jokes about how unbelievably consistent my blood pressure is. I try to reassure her that I've discussed the swollen feet with them repeatedly and that I need only be concerned if my hands and face should swell up right away, and once again, that this is perfectly normal. She insists that it's not because she didn't have swollen feet. Like that instantly makes it abnormal. So then she starts yelling at me that my feet aren't up at that moment, to which I reply that they will be as soon as I get off the fricking phone with her.
The lesson here is to be careful when I'm playing the pregnancy card to get out of things. Geez.
My dad called later to inform me that they were all putting together a pool of when I was going to have the baby and what the gender would be. He urged me to have a girl on April 8th, as that is his guess. Let me work on that one.
When we got home, by the way, we made the crib up, only to discover that the bumpers are probably not going to happen with the drop gate. Makes me wish we had not registered for the bedding set then because if we're not using the bumpers and I'm using the quilt as a wall hanging, I could have just registered for the sheet to the set separately. But oh well. I think I want to find a way to rig the bumpers up around the brick of the fireplace anyway for future childproofing.
Oh, and why can't I find a damn toy box anywhere?
But I digress.
The point is that I was tired today and my feet were not totally recovered. Feeling rather anti-social, I decided to play the pregnancy card and not go to my uncle's suprise birthday party, which was really rather far of a drive anyway. Called my folks to ask them to send my regards and my dad answered so it was a short conversation. My mom calls back later freaking out over the fact that I have swollen feet, refusing to believe that it's a common symptom and not giving a crap that every time I go see the midwives, they all crack jokes about how unbelievably consistent my blood pressure is. I try to reassure her that I've discussed the swollen feet with them repeatedly and that I need only be concerned if my hands and face should swell up right away, and once again, that this is perfectly normal. She insists that it's not because she didn't have swollen feet. Like that instantly makes it abnormal. So then she starts yelling at me that my feet aren't up at that moment, to which I reply that they will be as soon as I get off the fricking phone with her.
The lesson here is to be careful when I'm playing the pregnancy card to get out of things. Geez.
My dad called later to inform me that they were all putting together a pool of when I was going to have the baby and what the gender would be. He urged me to have a girl on April 8th, as that is his guess. Let me work on that one.
Intestinal yoga
Date: 2007-03-05 04:39 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)Re: Intestinal yoga
Date: 2007-03-05 04:43 pm (UTC)From:Call Mom and tell her you want in on the pool. Apparently no one has taken up the dates in March yet. I guess entry is only a dollar.
Re: Intestinal yoga
Date: 2007-05-28 01:49 am (UTC)From: