Its that time again.
The one where everyone and their mother tells you, you're nesting.
Or, as I like to call it, PREPARING FOR THE APOCALYPSE!
So far, I have washed and sorted all the baby clothes and blankets; directed Jeremy how to organize the changing table into a functional changing table; watched Jeremy put the new carseat and stroller together with the giddy excitement of Christmas morning surprises; bought a new diaper bag, since the one we both remember seeing pre-move is no longer to be found post-move (neither Jer nor myself remember trowing it out or donating it, either...); and started putting together the food bag to drop off with the girls Sunday night (lunches and snacks are done!)
I also had my last check up today, one week before Eviction Day, and recieved great news.... I've already lost a pound! This is, apparently, after I have failed to gain any weight the last two previous weeks' visits. I call this a SCORE! The nurse didn't look quite as excited, mumbling something about I should be gaining at least a pound a week by this point.
So I celebrated by grabbing a Coke Icee from Burger King on the way home. And then celebrated again with ColdStone deliciousness later in the evening.
I wonder if that pound is back on...?
Six days left, and two frozen suppers left to prepare.
I think the good thing about watching my children means you'll never have to actually fully prepare and cook a thing. I'm not sure if it's because I feel like my friends are too careless to make Lydia safe meals, or if I'm to afraid they'll resent me for having to prepare a Lydia safe meal.
Either way, meals are covered. And if this is my last ditch effort at nesting, I guess it's not so bad.
At least I'm not having Jeremy help me wash tiny fingerprints off the walls like I did when pregnant with Lydia....