Well. That’s a heavy title. Let’s start with the beginning.
I’m starting to become afraid. Very afraid. Our house is not ready. In the least. I mean, we don’t have ONE. SINGLE. ITEM. for the twizzlers. Now, I’m certain that we will be ready for them in about a month or so, but my anal rententiveness is causing eye twitches galore and random anxiety attacks. Today, Mr. Nicholes and I went to Once Upon A Child and did some double shopping. Or triple shopping, I get confused easily these days. We started off looking for gently used items for the twizzlers and became overwhelmed. This new feeling perplexes me. I mean, I already HAVE two children, shouldn’t I be an old pro by now. And THEN it hits me…..duh! You are having two at the SAME TIME WOMAN! Get it together. So, here are some of the great buys that I saw:
One solid wooden crib for $125
One solid wood drawer set for $150
One gently used double stroller in pink ( I can only imagine if we have two boys) for $79
and of course a host of baby swings, holders, chairs, etc. It was like Babies R Us for the Olympic Shopper.
I’m trying to make a list of what we will ABSOLUTELY need that we don’t already have from our toddler the ladybug. And, it seems to be quite a bit. >sigh< It will all get done, and I’m sure I will look back on this post and laugh at my desperation. Or maybe I will just think – poor child, she was worried about getting stuff together, while I’m busy HANDLING the four kids she didn’t have back then!
On to the next portion of this wonderfully titled post. Fall shopping. The bug has completely grown out of every single piece of clothing that he has. I think that she did it on purpose. She is now wearing a size five shoe, and in size 24 month clothes. I shouldn’t be surprised, because >gasp< next Friday, she’ll be 24 whole months (which by the way – I don’t use in my regular vernacular, I’m lazy and I’ve been just saying she’ll be two – sue me.) I’m sure that I should be okay that she’s not smaller or bigger for her age, but this just happened. I mean, it literally just magically happened. She GREW OVERNIGHT! I maintain that it was done on purpose so that my already full brain wouldn’t be able to process it and so that she could run around in training pants all day long. Now of course, this would definitely be one of the characteristics of my child – since I do believe that we would all be better off without clothes. Check the previous posts. It’s true. Anyhow, to make a long-ish story short-ish, we got some nice pieces of clothing, not nearly enough to last the entire fall and winter season, but good nonetheless. And to prove that you can score totally SWEET deals, I got a brown Gap dress that I had been eyeing last season that regularly cost $50 for a whole $6.50. Yes I did cartwheels in the middle of the store (in my head) and yes I might have done a happy jig at the register to show the glee that the pretend cartwheel didn’t get across. It’s definitely the little things.
Last but not least. that grand old last word in the title….contractions. I’ve been having them. Daily, and often. They are uncomfortable, and I’m not particularly happy about them. I’ve already checked in with my provider and she SAYS that it’s normal. Notice how I turn up my nose while I spit out the word SAYS (wait, you can’t see me! Darn it!) Well, I’m doing it. I love my prenatal provider, with all my heart, and soul. She’s bubbly, she’s great, she’s thorough. However, contractions at six months to me are not normal, and I cross my arms in the face of the person that says so. Hmph!
Sooooooo for all those other mamas out there, I have a couple of questions for you.
1. Give me one piece of advice about planning for baby (and yes pretend that I don’t already have two)
2. What’s the greatest score that you’ve had when it comes to purchases for your child.
3. What aspect of pregnancy or pregnancies bothered you?