Less than a month left to go! I'm feeling all kinds of excitement, anxiety, worry.. you name it. We've been steadily working on getting things done around the apartment, so we've been sticking close to home for the most part.. Which is good because I'm tired and sick of dragging my big(ger) butt around.
At our last appointment, the Dr said she wanted to do an ultrasound at 35-37 weeks "so there are no surprises", which works for me - everyone who knows me realizes that I'm not the kinda girl who likes surprises, though maybe that's because in my experience they've usually turned out to be of the less pleasant variety. C did surprise me yesterday, though, by taking me to a store that stocked an awesome diaper bag I'd been checking out online. Totally frivolous, totally not something we absolutely needed but it was incredibly sweet of him. He knew that with G, we had the hospital-distributed diaper bag for the most part because we couldn't really afford a nicer replacement and I got so sick of toting around something that made me feel less like a grown woman and more like I had a flashing neon sign above my head that said MOM and nothing else.
This one has all of the bells and whistles without being ridiculously bulky and just looks like any other well made black shoulder bag, which rocks. I wish it had cost less, but I'm still a freak about stuff like that, and I doubt that'll change. Still, I'll always look at it, remember the thought behind it and smile. I'm not big on gestures, but sometimes it's little things like this that really matter.
