She just loves it, I tell ya. And I love it, too!
I'm not in labor, P.S. I did have contractions for most of Thursday and Friday, but they seem to have vanished, and they were never strong. Just false labor, I suppose. But it's nice to know the engine is revving up down there...
The news that I was having contractions at all also served one great purpose -- it jump-started my motivation to tie up a bunch of loose ends. I shopped for some necessary stuff I didn't get from all the gracious folks at my showers, I set up the changing table, I unearthed the car seat from a huge box and thought long and hard about installing it (hey, that's progress!). And I bought some stuff I'll need for my hospital bag, including the only DD nursing bra in stock at Target.
And I have a crib! Well, almost. My dad is a doll and is going to drop it off today. I bought it last night at Babies R Us and then found there was no way to get the ginormous box into my itty-bitty Saturn. My back seats fold down, and I've fit many a ginormous box in there before, but this box trumped all ginormous boxes of the past. It was what you'd call a little wide. These two boys rolled it out to my car, telling me on the way there that there was no way it would fit. I told them in my most forced cheerful voice, "Let's just try!" I could feel them rolling their eyes at my back. Sure enough, there was no way that box was going to come even close to squeezing into my trunk. So the boys rolled it back inside and all the way into the warehouse. For about five minutes. Because then I had a bright idea. I went back in and had the poor befuddled Babies R Us employees bring me back my crib and then asked them to take it out of the box to see if it would fit in as individual pieces. So they rolled that sucker back out, slashed into the box and hoisted the first piece. And... no such luck. The poor lads then had to huff and puff and try to get all the pieces and Styrofoam and packing doo-dads to fit back into the ginormous cardboard box. I tried to help, but fitting it all back together was seemingly impossible.
Am I high-maintenance or what?
So my dad flies in to the rescue today with his sensible SUV. I feel a little bad about being so desperate to get this crib, but I can't explain how much better I feel knowing it is en route and will be set up by the end of the weekend. I just did not want to deal with it after Luke's birth. I am crazy Cribzilla woman. But I'm at least a happy crazy Cribzilla woman at this point.
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