Registering

Why the picture of the fork and spoon? Ah. Good question. It comes into play soon.

So Todd and I registered at BabiesRUs last weekend. It was kinda fun for about fifteen minutes and then all of a sudden it became incredibly daunting and over-whelming. Within the first five minutes, as we sat down at the "Register Here" table, Todd looked like a deer in headlights. I thought, "OK, he just needs to follow me around and scan things". But after looking at the 465th Diaper Genie, Bathtub, bouncy thing in the first twenty minutes, I too became a walking zombie. We scanned a handful of clothes and I said to Todd, "OK, that's fine, that will get us through the first week."

He said, "Then what"?

I collapsed on the floor in hysterical laughing. You know what? I have no idea, I thought.

We moved from section to section. We got to the strollers. Things fold and snap and buckle and collapse and come on and off and zip, crackle and pop. Oh my God, PLEASE, just pick one. By the time we got to the top floor of BabiesRUs, two and a half hours later, we were both over it. I told Todd to pick out the crib and changing table and I was going to go scan sheets. When I met back up with him he said, "Nothing will fit".

"What do you mean"?

"I mean, none of these cribs or changing tables are going to fit in the apartment".

So before we both had a complete and total breakdown - we left. We went to brunch with a friend of ours. Todd had many, many mimosa's as I jealously looked on. Then later in the day we calmly found a small crib on line. Everything is FINE. Breath Krista. It's all good.

Oh right, the fork and spoon. When Todd and I got engaged I had to register by myself because he was doing Ripley's Believe it Or Not (Live!) in Branson, MO. The above are forks and spoons I registered for and got. I thought (at the time). Aren't these neat, they have a nifty little curve in the middle of them. That "nifty little curve" makes them fall out and off of every bowl, plate, cup and table you put them on. We have never hated any inanimate object as much as we hate this cutlery. And I inexplicably registered for four different cheese shredders. We've never shredded cheese . . .ever. Sooooooo, Todd did not want me going to register for anything by myself. Ever again.

Breath Todd. It's all good.

:-)

Seven Months

Almost 28 weeks. So seven months. I know what your thinking. . . . She only has two months to go. But you would be wrong. Nine months schmine months. Ninth months is a big ole' myth. It's ten months. Liars. They need to teach that in elementary school health. It's all about the weeks when your pregnant. I don't know. I'm 28 weeks. Third trimester. Due in May. I still feel pretty good. The baby's kicks are a little harder and at times it feels like he's walking across my stomach which is a little disconcerting I must say. I haven't had any MAJOR cravings - like pickles on fruit salad - but I do enjoy me a taco salad and that - I feel is new to my life. No crazy hormones either . . . I think. I did get so angry at Todd for eating my left over pizza that I thought I may have to leave him. . . . .that was probably a little over the top in retrospect. I started getting a little weepy while I was getting ready for work the other day and Todd proceeded to tell me where every little knick knack in the apartment came from (two headed duck, cyclops kitten, fiji mermaid, shrunken heads, the jackolope you know, your basic knick knack). When he was done, I realized he had distracted me out of my weepiness and I was fine.
I'm still pretty active and am sticking with my trainer at the gym until I can't anymore. So - there you have it. So far so good.

6 Months.