"Is this thing on?"
The nursery is now open for business. The crib is assembled, the changing table is moved in (from its previous station in the hallway), and pictures are hung on the walls. It was only a full-day process. Poor KB; he has so much on his to-do list these days. He really is a champ. His Husband of the Year trophy is being engraved.
I decided to be industrious this morning and haul the pack-n-play and bassinet upstairs to set up. My poor back; it has so much weight on it these days. It really is gimpy. Let me just say that the pack-n-play instructions (even with pictures) are less than helpful. I muscled that thing into submission. The bassinet was far easier to put together. I think KB may scold me when he gets home for dragging that stuff up the basement stairs; indeed, I have already punished myself (with Tylenol-resistant pain), but I had an overwhelming need to get these things done. I don't know why. Maybe it means birthing instincts are kicking in and I will start laboring sooner than later. [fingers crossed] A girl can dream.
The baby shower dramaz are not over yet, but I am trying really really hard to not stress about it. My sister-in-law is intervening to edit the menu to a reasonable degree, and KB has decided he will stay for the whole shower so he can help open gifts and, if needed, run interference with his mom. I feel bad that this factors into his decision to be there at all, but it's his choice and he thinks that's as good a reason as any to be there. In my opinion, he should be there anyhow since it's his baby, too. I've never really understood why dads are excluded from these events. There will be full details of the Great Shower Circus next week; let me preface by saying that what has already shown up at my house (for storage until the weekend) includes washed-to-reuse plastic champagne "glasses," plastic purple pastel flowers glued into plastic purple "vases," and paper doilies. Motherfucking paper doilies. [shudder]
Oh, and for good measure, I got to hear for at least the third time at a family birthday party this past weekend that daycare ruins children and makes them holy terrors. To which I added my usual commentary: "You do realize KB and I are putting the baby in daycare, right? You standing by that comment now?" *blank stare* I am thisclose to a throwdown if I hear it again. For realz.
Now, back to my regularly scheduled programming. Looking for more things to do around the house (I just cleaned the fridge), squeezing in some gainful employment-type work around my nesting schedule, and preparing for the last childbirth class tonight. I hope I get some kind of certificate declaring me fit to birth. Sweet.