This week, I hit a new pregnancy milestone.
More accurately, it looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to my ankles, but either way it wasn’t pleasant looking. Thankfully, they don’t hurt, but man – what a shocker to take off your shoes and see your feet looking like a wasp just stung you. And you’re allergic.
In other news, well, there isn’t much other news. Not yet anyway. We STILL haven’t started working on the nursery, but did manage to find time to put together the glider my mom bought us for Xmas.
It’s this one from Walmart. So far, I really like it, despite the box it was shipped in being ripped to shreds. It sits a little low for the husband’s liking, but I can get in and out of it just fine, and that’s really all that matters. I may add a little more cushioning to the seat pad, especially those first few weeks after pushing a baby out of my nether regions, but so far, so good.
Right now it’s just sitting in the living room, right where the Xmas tree used to be, until we clean out the guest bedroom, paint it (or not, I’m not sure yet), and start turning it into a nursery. Which I HOPE to start on tonight. But first, we have to make room in our basement for a spare full-size bed. Which means an entire reorganizing of storage containers and other miscellaneous crap that we’ve collected over the years.
Man, babies are a lot of work. And this one isn’t even born yet.