Nearly another month has passed. I've been told that I am not nearly as much fun to blog-stalk these days as I used to be. It seems like there's so much going on that I don't have time to blog as much lately.
Since I last checked in, my neighbor and I rescued a kitten.
This is Bird on the day she came home with me. My friend called me about a kitten stuck in a barricade in the commissary parking lot, so of course I had to go see if I could help. Now, guess who's peeping from behind my computer monitor thinking hard about attacking my moving fingers?
Bird. The little heathen is so much fun. I haven't had a kitten around in way too long, and this one is so full of personality and stinking CUTE that I can't help but laugh at her. B says that she's been beneficial in helping keep my pregnancy induced insanity at a lower over-all level than he seems to think it would've been had I not wound up with a gray fluffy ball of adorable to keep me smiling.
What a life, huh?
Also, we went back for our anatomy and development ultrasound.
Thanks to the same friend who instigated the rescuing of Bird, we already had a crib, rocker, ottoman, and changing table. B's sister gave us some other major purchases that are only a few years old from when she had her last boy, including a walker, swing, and pack n play. She also found some play mat thingies, a baby bath, a whole bunch of waterproof bedding thingies (I hesitate to call them mattress pads, because they'e not. They're not fitted or, in most cases, the actual size of the mattress. You just put them under the area where the baby sleeps to help protect the mattress.)
We came home with a TON of adorable clothes, too. If the kid needs any clothes before he's 7-9 mos old, I'll be amazed. I have one drawer full of nothing but NB size stuff, another drawer full of 3-6 mo, and another drawer full of 6-12 mo. There was even a little pair of shoes with paw prints on the soles. I did say I was hoping for a puppy....
We only just got back late last week, and we decided "vacation" was going to continue until B had to report back in on Monday morning. Yesterday was spent running around doing necessary shopping. I used up almost all of our perishables before we left, so we were in need of restocking. Today has been spent attempting to coax some order out of the chaos my living room has become (that's naturally where everything got offloaded to when we emptied the car), doing laundry, cleaning up the kitchen after a weekend spent being a complete and utter slacker, and trying REALLY hard to not to curl up on the couch with the kitten and take a nap (read sleep all day).
I'm trying a new recipe for dinner tonight: roasted turkey legs. I've roasted and baked turkey legs before, but I've never bothered to brine them. Today, I decided I would get started early enough where they could brine before I have to put them in the oven. If it turns out tasty (and if I don't forget) I'll blog it later.
Speaking of forgetting, does this "baby brain" thing every let up? I forget the proper names of things, forget what I walked into a room for, forget where the kitten is when shes Sitting In My LAP! It's kind of scary. There's also this thing of the swelling of the feet that's irritating the crap out of me, although at least I knew about that. I didn't know that my ribs would start to feel like they're coming unhinged. Every time I sneeze, have to climb up on anything that requires me to pull with my upper body, cough, or otherwise jostle my ribs around, they ache like I've bruised them. Even laying on my side has become interesting, because after a while they start to feel like the pressure is causing them to pull loose and squish. Ribs do not squish. Otherwise, aside from still being moody (though hopefully not as moody as the first three months), I still have an amazing lack of discomfort or anything that I would translate into such and attribute solely to pregnancy. My sciatica has been acting up a bit more often lately, but I had that before, so it's nothing new. Ditto with the heart burn, so I'm not really feel terribly put out or put upon, yet. I have to throw the "yet" in there, because I've been told it will get more intrusive and interesting with progression. Yay...
I am still of the unshakable opinion (while I am in my right mind, when I'm moody I have a slightly less stellar opinion, though even when I'm moody I admit that he's wonderful) that I have the BESTEST husband EVAR, because he puts up with me really, really, really, REALLY well. Even I don't like dealing with me some days, but he just rolls with it. We have that same running argument that all couples have (at least I think they do?) where "I love you" is answered with "I love you more" and then countered with "nuh-uh, I love you more." The argument was ongoing and eternally undecided until recently. I have started conceding that yes, he must love me more, because there's no way in hell I'd put up with the moody, unstable behaviors that he has nearly as well as he has. So I do believe that he must love me more, and a good thing, too. He's also way more patient than I am, and a good deal more understanding.
I love him lotses.