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Holy mackerel

So I'm desperately trying to not have this blog turn into the all pregnancy all the time blog. I'm actually keeping a separate blog for family who want to know every hormone surge.

Having said that, I like-a to say....holy crap.

Since Chris left last Friday, we have gotten 4 bags of baby stuff mailed to us from Dillards by my Mother-in-law. I bought the "Baby Bargains" book, so I can shop smart for baby stuff. And, I, not thinking that we are producing the only grandchild, had bought a few baby clothes (two hats, two onesies) thinking that I ought to nibble away at those first year costs as early as possible. I also bought some cloth diapers since we're going to at least give them a try. (Yes, everyone I know surrendered them in favor of disposable. But the $$ makes it worth our at least trying cloth.) A huge box arrived anonymously with Huggies disposable diapers (thanks very, very much, someone!). Our best man sent us a Trogdor onesie. (How sweet! How did he know we were going to name our baby Trogdor?).

I feel slightly drunk on baby-ness. And poor Chris is off at Dude Camp (as described by the only woman there) and coming home to estrogen-a-rama. The only thing is right now I'm freaking out on WHERE ARE WE GOING TO PUT ALL OF THIS!? Don't get me wrong, our place isn't tiny, but I was thinking of adding a 10lb person to our world, not a person with even more stuff than the average full grown bachelor owns. We haven't even gotten furniture yet. Or baby carriages. And how am I to keep Spazmo from chewing all of this stuff up in the intervening 6 months?

Eeks.

Labels: pregnancy

posted by MyHusbandRules @ 10:46 AM