I feel like this place has been a little neglected lately. Maybe it’s like third trimester sleep – they always tell exhausted mamas-to-be “that’s just your body’s way of getting you used to no sleep when the baby comes!” I’m just getting y’all used to me being MIA when baby’s here. No? That’s not the way this works? Shit.
But I have good reason. At my appointment last week the doc decided that I wasn’t just imagining it and there’s a likely chance that baby is large and in charge. She’s ordered an ultrasound for my 38 week appointment this Thursday, and if they project that he’s gonna be a hefty ten pounder by his due date, we may talk about our “options.”
There’s probably an equally likely chance that he’s perfectly average and will decide to hang out on the inside for the next 3+ weeks. However, even the teensiest possibility that we could leave our appointment on Thursday with a scheduled induction date kicked my behind into high gear. All of the super necessary baby preparations are finished, but I still had a few projects that I wanted to finish before because I knew if they had to wait until after he arrives they’d be never completed.
A few days of massive errand runs, Target trips, and a few sewing marathons later, I’ve packed my hospital bag, finished little man’s quilt, and almost finished decorating the nursery. I’m also working on a deep clean of the house in fear that I’ll go into labor with the world’s messiest kitchen and my mom/mother in law will judge me. Priorities! (Also, let’s talk about how fun cleaning baseboards is while 8.5 months pregnant! Super easy and efficient. Awesome. Really. I only got stuck on the floor twice.)
We had a garage sale on Saturday, which was fun and also I don’t want to have another one for ten years because it was exhausting. I started purging closets in February and piling all the junk in the garage to sell later, which Hunter was highly skeptical about. It wasn’t until I had half of the garage filled with stuff that he realized I was serious about having a garage sale, and then he got pumped and started getting rid of every single worldly possession he owned. I had to really convince him that no one wanted to buy his hole-y socks. Anyway, the garage sale was quite the success and we learned that there are absolutely professional garage salers who troll Craigslist every Saturday morning in hopes of finding some unsuspecting sucker selling electronics at a wildly undervalued price so they can in turn sell them for more money.
*one unsuspecting sucker right here!*
After the third middle aged man asked me what “generation” my iPad was (say what? It’s an iPad. I don’t know. Stop asking questions.), I panicked and changed the price to something outrageous because I was afraid of being had. Not today, skeezeballs! (We ended up selling it at my original price to our neighbor who wants to gift it to his grandmother, so I officially feel better about probably way undervaluing it.)
I was also very tickled by the people who would scoff when I would tell them something was priced at $2. Por example: We priced all of the clothes at $2, regardless of quality, which meant there were some insane steals. We just wanted to get rid of it. A lady asked me about an old (but in very good shape) White House Black Market dress I was selling, then proceeded to crinkle her nose and throw it back on the clothesline when I said it was $2. Where do you want me to go from there, lady??
In the end, we learned I am not an expert haggler. I defer to Hunter, which is probably for the best, because otherwise I would have just given everything away for free. Told you I’m a sucker.
And now, having freaked out and completed my entire pre-baby to-do list in the span of three days, I’m sitting here twiddling my thumbs and panic texting Hunter over every new ache, pain, or hiccup. He’s really happy about that, obviously. I think I’ve officially watched every series and scary documentary on Netflix, but if you have any suggestions for something to occupy my time, it’d be greatly appreciated! Or else I fear I’ll have to take up knitting again. No one liked my ugly scarves.
Read any good books lately? Any great new shows I should watch? Anyone need a massively pregnant lady to come clean their house?