"nature abhors a closed door"

that's what the kitty tells me when she wakes me up by pawing at the bedroom door when i'm sleeping. mommy is wandering around muttering things that sound like 'stupid cat' and 'you're a fruitcake, cleo.' i'm just sleepy. but there are too many interesting things in the world to waste time sleeping. so i scrub at my eyes some more and stay awake.

mommy has fallen asleep on the couch again, so I decided to play with the box she normally keeps all to herself. is fun. not as fun as boobies, but fun.

disturbing calculations

So I just did some calculating to figure out our diaper stash size so far. We have purchased:

10 newborn/small size diapers
8 medium size diapers
2 wool covers

Unfortunately, I then decided to continue and decipher exactly how much we'd spent on diapers so far. On the positive side, I've paid half the cost or less for almost all of them. On the negative side, how did it get up to just over $130 already?!? Oh well, I suppose it's better to know than to blithely assume that just because I'm finding good deals we're not spending that much money . . .

I still can't wait to get back access to my sewing machine, though.

Why isn't there . . .

. . . a well-known, wide-spread, brick-and-mortar store that sells a wide range of cloth diapers?

(better yet, one that also has a wide selection of children's books and audio. And in this mythical store, there should be a cafe that sells nutritious snacks and tasty decaffeinated coffee things.)

25 weeks

Whew! Between Beatrice finally making her appearance, my nephew getting married in the middle of nowhere, and the Maryland house forcibly resisting being sold, there's barely been time to post. And the craziness isn't done yet - we're leaving tonight to head to Maryland to solve some last-minute problems before closing on Monday. So in case you have wondered why I haven't posted recently, well, see above.

Our midwife's appointment went well yesterday - this time it was with the lady that is actually the director of the birth center. I was initially worried about that, afraid she'd be, I don't know, too managerial or something, but it was an incredibly positive experience. I guess anyone who's been a midwife for 25 or so years is unlikely to be too bureaucratic in nature. Apparently all my measurements are just perfect - fundal height, weight, blood pressure, that sort of thing. She did say I should work on eating an apple a day, but otherwise I was not scolded about my diet and exercise level. Finally, my glucose tolerance test was scheduled for the beginning of July, and she reassured me that as long as I was not insulin-dependent I would not be risked out of the birth center, which was my major concern with the test.

In other baby news, we've picked out and signed up for our childbirth class, which begins on the 25th and runs for eight weeks, and we're beginning to amass a (very) small stash of diapers. Twuck continues to get stronger; the other day I was resting a bowl of cereal on my tummy-turned-shelf, when he decided he'd had enough of the cold thing sitting on him and gave a direct kick to the bowl, sending milk sloshing everywhere. Already showing quite the temper - we may be in trouble here.

I can feel him move sporadically now - flips and kicks and such. He doesn't like things to be on my belly; in the past week he's tried to kick first the laptop, then the cat, off of my lap.

Halfway there

His feet are about an inch long now, according to a book we spotted at the appointment yesterday, where we were repeatedly assured that everything was going perfectly smoothly.