It was the weekend of Eleanor. Not the weekend that she was born or anything. Although, upon telling my friend Adrienne that The Hubs and I were about to watch The Last Exorcism, she warned me not to scare myself into early labor. This thought, of course, was more terrifying than the entire movie. Thankfully, no water broke during the film - but I did threaten to spritz the smelly bare foot of the big guy sitting behind me if he didn't put it away. In hindsight, this wasn't my smartest decision to date, but hey, who's gonna hit a pregnant chick??
I digress. This was the weekend of Eleanor's Stuff. We planned a trip to KC around a cloth diapering class I wanted to take. I know, cloth diapering (GASP!). I don't really want to talk about it. All you nay-sayers can just keep to yourselves and silently rejoice in February when I'm knee deep in poo and re-thinking my life. The class actually went well. There were 3 other couples there. After the lecture portion, one of the other moms-to-be and I started talking. She mentioned that she had already stock-piled 50 diapers and I told her I was just starting to figure it out and didn't actually own any diapers yet. After giving my belly the once-over she retorted, "Well, it looks like you're starting early enough." What's that supposed to mean? Does my bump not measure up? I later overheard her telling someone her due date which is a whopping 9 days before mine and decided to take her previous comment as Eleanor's first skinny compliment.
After the cloth class and lunch with good friends, we met up with another couple we adore. Here's where Eleanor went from diapers to diva. Awaiting us at their place was the mother-load of hand-me-downs from their sweet daughter who will be almost exactly a year older than ours. There was a girl in my high school who didn't wear the same outfit twice for an entire semester... yeah, I'm pretty sure Eleanor's going to be the equivalent in our church nursery. There were so many things... so many CUTE things, to boot. I'm still planning my thank you gift which should include a bottle of Amaretto if I can muster up the balls to waltz my pregnant bump into the liquor store. Won't that be a site?! Just a picture of the clerks face could keep me laughing for weeks!
There were other stops along our trip... few of them note worthy. It really was a fantastic weekend. I swear, each day that passes brings more excitement and joy and anticipation and heartburn... but more on that tomorrow. :)
Monday, August 30, 2010
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Good for you going the cloth route. I was allergic to "regular" diapers and had to use cloth. This is what I was told because my first memory was around three years old not three months old. You'll be saving boat loads of money but doing tons of laundry. I think it's a fair trade. Your blogs always crack me up Suz.
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