An Improvement
by Nola
Yesterday’s mini-shopping spree was spot-on. I got those few lingering items that I will need to take to the hospital with me, including a really cool sock monkey robe–no, it isn’t MADE of sock monkeys, it’s just got a design of sock monkeys all over it. (Is it just that it is still early in the morning for me or did I really just need to look up how to spell “monkeys?”)
My sister was insistent that she buy Sun’s “going home” outfit (which she thinks will also be the day of her official hospital photo). After a long, hard search, we settled on this:
It looks really big in this picture, but it isn’t at all, and it is really soft (I don’t know what they did to the cotton) and cute.
And then (Southern Mom, are you sitting down?), I bought this onesie for Sun:
[Oh my God! Did I just post my first pictures to this website?? I think I did! Thanks, Pete!]
SM has been insisting I need to buy clothes for Sun. I have been insisting right back that I didn’t need to be buying any clothes for her–that (1) I needed to see what I’d get in the way of clothes at the shower first; and (2) I felt superstitious about buying things too soon. But then I saw this and HAD TO HAVE IT. And I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that I call myself Nola on this website. It was just such a cute New Orleans onesie I literally could not resist. Very much out of character for me–I generally HATE shopping and have never had a “had-to-have-it” moment over any item of clothing.
All in all, yesterday’s outing was nice, restful and productive. And last night I slept very well (I may have even slept eight hours in a row!) and am feeling really well today and quite positive about our doctor’s visit this afternoon.
I’m really glad to hear that you’re feeling better and well enough to shop… all that contraction stuff makes me nervous to click on your feed when I see it come up… “Oh dear, I hope Nola’s ok” I think to myself…!!
I LOVE that onsie!
The whole looking up how to spell “monkeys” is just the start of mommy brain. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it gets worse.
You’re nesting. When you find yourself cleaning off the top of your refrigerator you’ll know that the baby is on its way.
So excited for you!!!
Okay, you didnt tell me about the superstitious thing. And I know that once she is here, you will be finding all kind of excuses to go out of buy her things.
I love the onesie. I think I need to go find a shirt for Sammy and Amber over there.
That is an ADORABLE onesie.
(I swear I will do your meme at some point. I’m a HUGE procrastinator!)