I guess this is nesting
Yesterday I had my last OB visit, which lasted all of thirty seconds. My doctor (who has been kind enough to not molest my cervix once) said See you at the c-section! Woah. And it was totally weird to leave the office without making a new appointment. Also weird is this item on my calendar:
|You know, in case it slips my mind.|
I’m on target to finish my work-work this week…though I suppose I just jinxed myself by saying that, and now an unexpected shit pile will land on my head. On the home front, I’ve turned into some kind of sweatshop laborer. A while back Mr. Bunny said something like Gee, it sure is a great time of life for you to be able to sew! But I’m beginning to think it’s more of a curse. I’ve been churning out blankets and burp cloths like a Malaysian ten-year-old, and have even gone so far as to make some diapers. We’re going the cloth route, and while Trinity‘s excellent advice enabled me to amass a sort of…buffet…of delicious options, I also want to see how the plain-old-piece-o’-cloth approach works. (I did a lot of cloth diapering of my much younger brother, so I know what I’m getting into. Maybe. And we have plenty of hippie disposables for the early days, no worries.)
|Burp cloths! Don’t the jelly fish look kinda like penises?|
I suppose some reptilian part of my brain thinks if I just keep sewing, I’ll be prepared. But there’s no way to be prepared, is there?