Luckily, by Wednesday's 36 week appointment, I had calmed down a little, but when the doctor asked me if I wanted to find out if I was dilated, I said, "Yes, but please don't tell me if I am!" I was so scared he would say I was at a 6 or something, but thankfully, he said the baby isn't in my pelvis yet (which I guess is a good thing), and I wasn't dilated. I took that to mean that I probably had at least another week until he comes, which means I've scheduled as much as I can muster in the next 2 days before my next appointment and vaginal exam.
This past weekend has been awesomely productive: with the help of my mother-in-law, I now have a full freezer with at least 3 weeks' worth of easy-to-prepare crock pot meals, or fully cooked meals that just need a good reheating, several mornings' worth of breakfast burritos, lots of lactation bites and cookies (my new favorite cookies ever since the boys were born!), and some yummy sweets that I had stock-piled ingredients for last Christmas when they were on sale.
My hubby also cleaned out the garage of all the odd items that had not yet found a home since our move, so the only things in there are moving boxes (which we're saving for my brother, who is also moving this month), the things that belong in the garage (our "mud room," since the space is too cramped for an actual car to fit), and Blessing's dresser, which I will get to sand and paint over the next couple of days. My parents found it at a garage sale, and it is retro-tastic and yellow, so it needs a bit of an update and a good cleaning before I let it come into my beautiful new home. I'll post some before and after pics when I get it finished.
I cleaned all of the baby's clothes up to size 3 months, most of which were garage sale finds from my mom, hand-me-downs from my nephew, and a small supply of cute outfits from Carter's clearance this summer. I can't help but wish we had kept at least part of the twins' wardrobe instead of donating every last item to the Salvation Army. We were awesomely blessed by friends, family, and coworkers with not one, two, or three showers, but we had 4 amazing baby showers and had oodles of adorable, some matching, nearly all coordinating, clothes for our little guys. When they outgrew them, we were still living in the ever-shrinking 2-bedroom apartment, so we had to do something with them. Instead of putting them in one of our parents' basements, we just donated every last article, except for 2 onesies that they came home from the hospital in. Someone got a GREAT deal on some barely used, awesome clothes at that thrift store! Now, aside from the Carter's items I bought, there is hardly a complete outfit to put together. NOT that I'm complaining, he'll still have more clothes than me, and I'm so grateful to have gotten the items we did that we didn't have to pay for, I just wish we'd had more foresight and saved the stuff we had...
Enough of that. As if my first-world problems weren't enough, here I am lamenting that my child's nearly free wardrobe isn't cute enough, and regretting donating all our nice things to help less fortunate people clothe their children, in my new home with great air-conditioning on this warm summer night. God, forgive me, for I know not how blessed I am.
Speaking of cute outfits, here is a very current photo of my handsome boys after their pre-baby haircuts last week, taken this evening:
I asked them both to go pick out shirts from their dresser, and the first thing Bl'aig brought me was his overalls. I told him he could wear them, but he also needed a shirt, and that didn't sit well with him until we got everything on. Then L'aig, not to be outdone by brother, picked up his overalls and no shirt. There is nothing like little boys in overalls though...
If this post is a little bit meandering, I'll blame it on the pregnancy brain. It comes and goes with me. I do pretty well for the most part, but every once in a while it creeps in and interrupts my train of thought. Oh well, it's late and I have lots on my plate for tomorrow and Tuesday. I stopped making plans for later this week until my appointment on Wednesday, when I'll hopefully find out that I'm still not dilated and the baby's head has still not dropped. In the meantime, I'll be praying for my friend that is at 41 weeks and will be induced if she doesn't have her little guy by Tuesday. I hope Blessing stays put that long. That would be amazing! Think of all the things I can accomplish in the next 4 weeks, now that we're almost all unpacked...
Until next time, take care and God bless!
Today's encouraging verse: "Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27
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