Today I went to Ikea with my mom & bought a crib mattress and a crib sheet starter set covered in green snails. When we got home, we loaded up the washing machine with Ivory Snow & new sheets; I think this is the first time in my life that I've ever hung over a washing machine with a big grin, just as excited as if I were in a line to roller coaster.
As soon as the dryer stops, I get to put those sheets on the crib!! And then the Sprout will have a little white and green place to sleep. I am over the moon; I am in raptures. This is what people must mean when they ask if I'm excited. Suddenly my heart is full of little champagne bubbles (pop! pop! pop!)
Last night I finally called Preacher for his birthday (it was October 22 - and the ironic thing is that I mentioned it to Palaver last week, and although he had forgotten, he ended up calling Preacher before I did. Now Preacher thinks that Palaver remembers his birthday, when the truth is that I have to remind him every year. Oh, I've done this rant before. Never mind.)
Our conversation was wonderful, and, as always, made me wonder why the hell we're so bad at keeping in touch.
The dryer finally, finally finished, and my mom & I put the little sheets on the crib. It is a green and white dream, a perfect little hollow in the universe just waiting to be filled with our Sprout. (We can't figure out the bumper pads, but let that be a rant for another day.)
Is it crazy to miss your baby before it's even born?
Booty Call: Day 250 - still in there.
