girlfiend

Despite the fact that all I talk about is being pregnant, until recently I’ve not been comfortable bringing any baby gear whatsoever into the house. At Christmas we did receive two little baby outfits which are hiding out upstairs in a room I rarely visit, but aside from those items, nursing pads and my belly there’s no evidence that in five weeks time a baby will be joining us.

It’s time to get things going. I’ve spent the last hour or so checking out art and wallpaper borders for the baby’s room. Today we looked at paint colors for the nursery, then my mom and I went out to a fancy-schmancy store and ordered a glider that’s big and comfortable and swivels and reclines. Hopefully the boobs will cooperate and I’ll get some nursing mileage out of it. My mother, who was in a percoset induced haze, then bought us a crib. It’s black lacquer. Tres chic. We’ll have a sleek and stylish baby. Except for the puking and pooping.