Off to have a baby tomorrow!
It looks like Bunlet is going to wait for his or her excision, which is very gracious of him or her. It’s given me time to get all the little odds and ends done. Like rearranging the Bunlet Bun Bunery for two Buns.
The idea is that sometime between now and when Bunlet needs the crib (fourish months from now?), through some sort of magic (*makes magic happens! gestures*) Bun Bun will learn to sleep on her floor bed and then the crib will switch places with the bookshelf. I know this may not work. But I aim to try!
And finishing Bunlet’s quilt. After dithering over the design for a thousand years, Mr. Bunny finally accepted my suggestion of just doing a horizontal version of Bun Bun’s quilt.
So now I just need to produce a live baby.
Like last time, I don’t plan to post from the hospital, so just assume that all went well and I’m happy as a clampinetini. But because I am kind, I have assembled this collection of awful jokes to entertain you while you wait to meet Bunlet. Because you deserve them. I don’t know what you did, but it was terrible, and this is your punishment.
Q: What time does a teething baby wake up at night?
A: Two thirty.*
And my personal favorite (inspired when Bun Bun got a little pear moustache):
Q: What did Pear Hitler do?
A: He tried to eradicate the Anjous.
*GET IT? TOOTH HURTY?!?!