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thanateMy parents were up here for dinner last night, and brought two *more* boxes of picture books, most of which belong to my brother. I'm fairly sure that I now have more picture books in the house than anyone I know, *probably* including my mother. Sometime in the near future, I shall have to go through all of them and exile the ones I can't stand the thought of reading more than once, although I think that is probably a task that can be done a few books at a time with an infant around if I don't get to it before then.
Meanwhile the nursery is painted, if still slightly smelly; we have had two lovely dustings of snow with promise of a freezing rain chaser tonight or tomorrow, after which it's supposed to warm back up to where I can open the windows for a bit and help air things out, so that will be nice. In any case, the walls look to be in pretty stable condition, if less than pretty in a few spots, which I can live with. Grauwulf is making visible progress on the crib, and I'm making nebulous but real progress on civilizing the rest of the upstairs. We'll see what happens before the kid decides to make her appearance; technically she's full term as of last wednesday, so she's "allowed" to join us in the outside anytime she wants.
So far, she hasn't shown too much sign of wanting to, and given that she's been just a little late on all the other "you should start seeing X in about this time window" things, I'll be slightly surprised if she's not a little late here, too. I haven't really seen much in the way of the late-term awfulness that everyone keeps talking about, so I'm not too fussed about that. Walking downhill in the snow put me just the wrong side of the balance point where I had to lean back too much for spinal comfort, but in good traction I'm still fine; my hands and feet are about the size they normally get in hot summer weather (SO glad it's winter!) but my wedding rings still fit; I'm getting occasional bladder impingement, but not actually as bad as mid-first-trimester yet. Nothing definite enough to call early contractions, though occasionally my abdominal muscles hint that they're thinking about something. I keep getting sent home from doctor's appointments with print-outs that start off "You're probably feeling pretty uncomfortable..." and being delighted to say that I'm not, particularly.
I seem to be mentally signing up for modified versions of things which I then completely fail to mention to anyone else. First was the Sew Fortnightly challenge, which I find somewhat inspiring despite not entirely following any of the rules; my bonus project was finishing knitting the Laminaria that got stalled out when I ran out of yarn a row and a half before the end... but I haven't blocked it yet because things. I completely fail to have anything from XX13 among the patterns I want to make, but I finished up the modernized version of the Lewis & Clark era dress I started a while ago, in which I can now match (or is that clash with?) my horrible tacky teapot. With hook-front closures suitable for nursing in. And as for UFOs, I've finished or repaired about six or eight things off the mending pile, several of which I'm actually even keeping instead of sending to the thrift store. More shall follow presently.
Second is Mary Robbinette Kowal's Month of Letters challenge, which I hope to adapt to the thing I was planning on doing anyway of pre-addressing envelopes and having a baby announcement/year-in-review letter ready to print up when we have specifics. I trust I'll be able to handle a couple sentences a day of personalization to add after the fact as I send things out... If you want to be part of this and I don't have your current address, feel free to e-mail or message it to me. (Unless I have no idea who you are, in which case I may not add you to the list.)
...and then there's the bit where I'm mad enough to try to sign up for the Coastal Plain regional add-on to my Master Naturalist cert. Which may or may not crash and burn as a plan, since the first training day they want me at is the day before the baby is due. If she holds off long enough for me to go to that, everything else isn't until April, which (barring surgeries and unfortunate complications) we should theoretically be able to manage somehow. We'll see. (Yes, you are welcome to laugh at my optimism now.)
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Meanwhile the nursery is painted, if still slightly smelly; we have had two lovely dustings of snow with promise of a freezing rain chaser tonight or tomorrow, after which it's supposed to warm back up to where I can open the windows for a bit and help air things out, so that will be nice. In any case, the walls look to be in pretty stable condition, if less than pretty in a few spots, which I can live with. Grauwulf is making visible progress on the crib, and I'm making nebulous but real progress on civilizing the rest of the upstairs. We'll see what happens before the kid decides to make her appearance; technically she's full term as of last wednesday, so she's "allowed" to join us in the outside anytime she wants.
So far, she hasn't shown too much sign of wanting to, and given that she's been just a little late on all the other "you should start seeing X in about this time window" things, I'll be slightly surprised if she's not a little late here, too. I haven't really seen much in the way of the late-term awfulness that everyone keeps talking about, so I'm not too fussed about that. Walking downhill in the snow put me just the wrong side of the balance point where I had to lean back too much for spinal comfort, but in good traction I'm still fine; my hands and feet are about the size they normally get in hot summer weather (SO glad it's winter!) but my wedding rings still fit; I'm getting occasional bladder impingement, but not actually as bad as mid-first-trimester yet. Nothing definite enough to call early contractions, though occasionally my abdominal muscles hint that they're thinking about something. I keep getting sent home from doctor's appointments with print-outs that start off "You're probably feeling pretty uncomfortable..." and being delighted to say that I'm not, particularly.
I seem to be mentally signing up for modified versions of things which I then completely fail to mention to anyone else. First was the Sew Fortnightly challenge, which I find somewhat inspiring despite not entirely following any of the rules; my bonus project was finishing knitting the Laminaria that got stalled out when I ran out of yarn a row and a half before the end... but I haven't blocked it yet because things. I completely fail to have anything from XX13 among the patterns I want to make, but I finished up the modernized version of the Lewis & Clark era dress I started a while ago, in which I can now match (or is that clash with?) my horrible tacky teapot. With hook-front closures suitable for nursing in. And as for UFOs, I've finished or repaired about six or eight things off the mending pile, several of which I'm actually even keeping instead of sending to the thrift store. More shall follow presently.
Second is Mary Robbinette Kowal's Month of Letters challenge, which I hope to adapt to the thing I was planning on doing anyway of pre-addressing envelopes and having a baby announcement/year-in-review letter ready to print up when we have specifics. I trust I'll be able to handle a couple sentences a day of personalization to add after the fact as I send things out... If you want to be part of this and I don't have your current address, feel free to e-mail or message it to me. (Unless I have no idea who you are, in which case I may not add you to the list.)
...and then there's the bit where I'm mad enough to try to sign up for the Coastal Plain regional add-on to my Master Naturalist cert. Which may or may not crash and burn as a plan, since the first training day they want me at is the day before the baby is due. If she holds off long enough for me to go to that, everything else isn't until April, which (barring surgeries and unfortunate complications) we should theoretically be able to manage somehow. We'll see. (Yes, you are welcome to laugh at my optimism now.)
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