A squash and a shower

We're still in the squash stage and will be for the next 2 weeks, I believe. I officially switch to week 30 on Saturday but it is doubtful I will be blogging between now and then. My sister/brother-in-law/niece and my friends (most of whom I haven't seen since my wedding 2 years ago) are coming to town for my baby shower!

I am so excited to see them. The only problem I've encountered is that all of the usual things we would do (i.e. - going to smoky bars and drinking copious amounts of alcohol) are not an option. I'm sure we'll think of some pretty good alternatives though.

Um, thanks?

I am usually not home to enjoy daytime TV but today I happened to catch a segment of a TV show called "The Doctors."

First, let me just say that IF these are real doctors I would be very concerned to be their patient. They all kind of seem like doofuses. I don't often use the word doofus but it seems extremely applicable here.

On today's show they had what amounted to the worst endorsement for cloth diapers I've ever seen.

Enjoy! (And for some good and actually pertinent information on cloth diapers, I suggest going to Jillian's Drawers.)

Being Pregnant Must be a Lot Like....Getting Old

Since I'm still in my 20s, I have not yet begun to feel the effects of aging but I think being pregnant must be a lot like getting old. I wake up every morning and some aspect of my body has changed.

Some days, it is a good thing: my belly is a little bigger, my hair is thicker, my face is glowing-er.

Some days, it is a bad thing: I have a weird pain in my thigh, my belly itches, there is a rash on my knee.

The thing about it is that my body is not the same one day to the next. That sameness is something I've counted on for basically my whole life. Even puberty was gradual. Pregnancy, on the other hand, is day-by-day and each day is different than the one before it.

I really love the days that bring proof of my baby. Like the day the baby kicked so hard Adam could (finally) feel it. Or the day I looked down when the baby was moving to see my belly moving. Even the days that bring puffy ankles. Each day is memorable, exciting and welcome in its own right.

I wonder if I'll miss these days when the baby is finally here.

Finished the bird mobile

Here are some pictures of our completed bird mobile. The whole thing cost $12 and I think it came out great. Here's what I used:

Branches
Scrapbook paper (for birds)
This bird template
Ribbon (to hang the branches to the ceiling)
Thread (to hang the birds to the branches)
Spray paint

And here's how they turned out: (The picture quality isn't great but you should get the idea).

The mobiles (crib mobile on left - changing table mobile on right)

Close-up of changing table mobile

Baby's Perspective (changing table mobile)

Close-up of crib mobile

Baby's Perspective (crib mobile)

Close-up of Paper Bird

Also, if you are wondering, the green bird prints are from Target (in the $1 section!!)

Branches and Squash

Yesterday was a beautiful, spectacular fall day in Arkansas and we wanted to spend it rambling around so we headed to Petit Jean.

While up on the mountain we robbed two trees of their branches in order to make mobiles for the crib and the changing table area. I felt bad about getting live branches but Adam said we had to. So, we picked branches that would eventually be cut anyway.

The best part is that these branches came from Camp Mitchell which is not only where I went to camp for every year as a kid but also where Adam and I wed almost exactly two years ago.

An added bonus was watching Adam try to wrangle the branches from the trees. Those poor trees did not want to let go. Pictures of the completed mobiles to come.

The baby this week is the size of a squash. Appropriate for this time of year, I think.