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Before we continue on to The Pressing Issues, I’d like to acknowledge that I’m just as sick of the pregnancy talk as you are. Maybe even moreso, since I’ve got the pregnancy thought and the pregnancy insomnia. What I wouldn’t give for a good anecdote from the club. (It doesn’t MATTER which club- so long as there’s a decent bar special and a questionable DJ.)
That said, as I am 33 days away from having another human being in my care, I have no such tales. (So maybe be a pal and tell me yours?)
Peej and I embarked on a very sleepy Date Night Month- which sorely lacks the Awesome of the last pregnancy’s final countdown- and have tried to do such stellar activities as Have Dinner Together and Be In The Same Room At Night.
Last night, after giving NJ an early supper, bath, and supra-snuggly bedtime routine, I began preparations for a Grownup Dinner; steamed crab legs, sweet corn, and this loaf of multigrained awesomeness from Costco. (I do not bake, this cannot be said enough.) This plan was sidelined (slightly) by the arrival of The Monkey’s crib and mattress- which my parents had generously ordered on Sunday night. (Have you EVER heard of anything getting delivered that quickly? Except by, like, a guy on a sweaty horse?) We were going to leave it until later on to assemble, except we both knew two things to be extremely true:
-P.J. cannot leave a puzzle/project/something with many pieces alone.
-And he had a very real fear that I’d attempt it without him today. (Guilty.)
So now we have a sweet crib with an extraordinarily decorated Enchanted Princess pink mattress (my Mom said it was a great mattress and we can always cover it up- which is true- but I’m fairly certain we’ve just guaranteed the birth of my son). And the 10pm dinner was terrific, made all the more romantic by the propping up of each others’ heads.
All that we have left to do now is…panic over inconsequential scenarios. (Okay, maybe that’s just me.)
Like how Nora is going to be SO SAD when we’re in the hospital. Especially if I die in childbirth. Keeping in mind that- despite the Pony Express-like delivery of last night’s furniture- we do not live in the Wild West (though I could use a little Young Guns action right about now) and there is a fairly good chance that I will survive the birthing of this kid. But the sadness over the hospital stay? That just crushes my face in.
Or how it’s imperative that I finish birthday plans for Nora’s second birthday- ON OCTOBER 29th. Because if I do not, I certainly cannot have a child on October 4th. Especially when one is planning a party as high maintenance as two hours at the playlot park with cupcakes.
I will attempt to put such Very Real Things aside for the evening- and the second installment of Date Night Month: Reloaded. For we are seeing the final Harry Potter in the theater tonight! It will be great. It will (thanks to the generosity and fabulousness of our our newly instated Babysitting Swap with Angie and Tim) be FREE.
And it will be, due to the very good chance of one or both of us snoring smack dab in the middle of the theater, more than a little embarrassing.
But I hear there’s popcorn.
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