On Saturday was my baby shower. I styled my hair and put on make-up for the first time in over a month, it was divine. But the best part was that I
I don't have a picture of me eating the beloved chocolate cupcake -- which didn't seem to do damage to my blood sugar that day, for the record -- but I do have some shots of Bean eating one of the leftovers after the shower. He's much cuter and pulls off the whole thing with more style than I could, so I thought I'd post these pictures instead.
The pooch was exhausted after barking through the entire shower in her crate in my bedroom (I tried to give her away as a door prize, but there were no takers), so she had to relax on the new velour crib sheets that Jen gave me for the twins.
And in random pictures, Bean tickles the ivories with his Grandma and Daddy. It was... ummmm... beautiful.
He also likes to pick out his own clothes these days, which is why he is often either wearing his green MSU football jersey or a maize and blue outfit with a football stitched on it. He's got both his Daddy's and Grandpa's rival teams covered that way -- he's either a future diplomat or the next Keith Jackson. (And yes, I included that wiki link because I had no idea who he was, either.)
Ever since Bean could grasp objects, he's been moving things from one place to another and organizing them. I am hoping this isn't an early marker for OCD, but instead some hint into the rewarding, lucrative career he will have one day. In stacking and sorting. That's what hedge fund managers do, right?
"I see you, Mom."
Since the baby shower (and with doc's permission), I have started coming downstairs and laying on the couch during the day, instead of staying up in my room. It's been really nice, save one kink. The dark red blanket on our couch SHEDS. Imagine the dog breed that sheds the most, and then times that by a million, and you'll come close to picturing this blanket. My clothes and pillows are absolutely covered in fuzzies, it's like I'm slowly being enveloped by an alien cocoon or something. When I eat, I find pieces of the blanket in my mouth. I went to the bathroom yesterday and thought OH NO! I'M BLEEDING AGAIN! But upon closer inspection, it was just fuzzy red blanket in my underwear. I got suspicious looks from DH and my Mom when I told them about it, but I swear I have no idea what's going on. I'm just documenting this so that if something were to happen to me, you can start by questioning the blanket. It's totally X-Files, you guys.
This morning I finally got a call from my OB's office, they scheduled my C-section for April 7th. To which DH laughed and said, "Yeah, right. Should I bother writing that on the calendar?" The general feeling at home is that I'll go around mid-March (35-36 weeks), but I still give myself a completely unscientific probability of 5% that I will make it to April 7, which would be 38 1/2 weeks. Apparently they can't schedule it for April 2 because they require an amnio (to determine lung functioning) to plan a C-section before 38 weeks, and that'd be 2 days shy. *eye roll* Whatever. It does feel good to have that date finally set, and I added a ticker over there to the right to help