Julie's nesting instincts are in hyper overdrive. I'm surprised she hasn't gone outside to gather sticks and build an actual nest. Yesterday she bought a heap of clothes for both children and today she reorganized and further boyified the nursery. Last night she cooked us shrimp risotto, and tonight it was lemon and paprika tilapia with rutabaga and potato mash. She is June Cleaver, only stupefyingly preggers.
As for me, I raised the crib to the newborn height, transferred the TV and DVD player from our bedroom to the nursery to make breastfeeding more entertaining, and hauled up the bassinet from the basement for delinting and de-spiderwebbing.
Tomorrow Julie's 38 weeks along, so in terms of steak the fetus is about medium well. I have five days of sub plans swirling in my brain, but I feel like tomorrow I should actually put them on paper and leave them on my desk every afternoon.
Oh, and we should pack the damn hospital bag already.
ugh...I hated the last two weeks...it's like being on-call for your own life. It's like needing to leave for a month sebatical to Europe, only you have an hour to gather your belongings and leave for your flight. It's like planning a wedding that takes place 15 minutes after you're engaged. It's like- okay I'll stop now. Tell Julie she can come over and clean our house now.
ReplyDeleteSuch a cute picture of Lyla-Love the wings.
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