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37 weeks. Less than 20 days to go.

(Hopefully.)

DUI

At my baby shower a friend asked what I was doing to prepare for the arrival of N.H. in other words, how I nest. I responded, “Crazy things.”

This is me expounding on that given answer and giving you further insight into my last-leg of this pregnancy:

• On the eighteenth of October I borrowed a sander from my friend Maria. Let me back up further. A year ago, on a fourth Sunday of a month, on our way back home from church in our separate vehicles. Mike stopped to pick up some good ol’ New England curbed freebies, including this:

It had lounged in our entry way since then until we figured it would be more useful/cheaper as a dresser for Caleb. I DUI (decided under the influence of hormones) that I wanted to re-finish it. Early on in the project, like, after three hours of sanding, I felt like I had been Ben-Rogers-ed into this. Tom Sawyer being my hormones. WhatwasIthinking?! DIY projects should not be decided under the influence of hormones.

On the eighteenth of October I borrowed a sander from my friend Maria. And I am glad to announce it will be home for Christmas as I have finished the dresser as of Saturday. Woot.

Now all I have to do is shift all of Caleb’s clothes into the new dresser, wash the baby’s clothes and put them in Caleb’s old dresser. not-so Woot.

• Speaking of clothes, when nesting I become a laundry nazi. Usually I get two loads done a week but under the influence of nesting…. I’ll do a load a day. This habit has resulted in me buying more hangers since half of our wardrobe is no longer in laundry limbo. I usually make Mike lug a load down to the basement in the morning and then shove it back upstairs in the evening.

• I got all my Christmas shopping done several months ago. I had the presents wrapped last month. I made our Christmas card template, like, three months ago and just sent it to the printers last week. :P
  

• My freezer. My poor, poor, poor freezer. Freezer jam, freezer salsa, Asian meatballs, regular meatballs, Café Rio pork, half a roast, Italian chicken breasts, muffins, waffles, shredded chicken, French bread, breakfast burritos, regular bread, various frozen vegetables, hash browns, cake mix cookies, ice cream, bacon, hot sausage, brown n’ serve sausage, and among other things an apple pie from General Dynamics. Yes, my husband works for a company that gives you a free pie at Thanksgiving. He also gets a free bagel and smear on Thursdays. This, I am envious of.
  

Sure, I could buy my own bagels and cream cheese, but most bagels come in bags of six. So if I bought them on a Thursday, I’d be bagel-less by next Thursday. And if I bought two bags, I’d probably toss the second bag in the freezer which would cause my freezer indigestion at this point. What a bagel debacle.

• Just a warning, do not drive slow in front of me. If you are on 109 doing anything under 35mph, you are ruining my life with your existence. If it takes you more than 10 seconds to turn into a Dunkin’ Donuts at 5 o’clock in the evening, the same goes for you. I’d pay a severe increase in taxes if promised in return TURNING LANES on the cow paths you call roads, Massachusetts. My son says “Gosh, go, go!” when I pause for stop signs or wait at stoplights now. He has begun to repeat everything I say. Everything. Well, that’s not true, mostly just the unflattering things I say.

• I’d like to show you a picture of my bed:
  

This used to be my bed:

But this is now my bed:

The sofa offers me support that my bed cannot. It is really putting a cramp on our relationship… and my back.

Now before you go feeling sorry for the Moose, all alone in that bed. He has been spending the last two weeks of evenings downstairs anyways- working on his project until 2 or sometimes 3 in the morning. And sleeping briefly on our love seat before getting up for work at 5:30.

Now you can feel sorry for the Moose. : (

WELP, there you have it. With the semester and this pregnancy coming to a close and the holidays coming head-on, the Thomson household is on the brink of insanity, and I’m the one driving it under the influence.

{gosh, December, go, GO!}

A Little Be-heinz

Just trying to catch-up.

-Ang