So close yet so far away

33 Weeks

Time usually moves so quickly, so how is it that it can also go so freakin' slow?
On the work front, I have so much to do but only seven weeks to do it in...on the baby front, I still have seven weeks (at least) to go and am starting to feel that nesting thing, though I would prefer to call it design intervention. Etsy is one of my favorite websites to find really creative handmade nursery gear. We bought the coolest mobile, that I foresee using in different areas in the house once the crib is outgrown. I am not yet going to post images of the nursery corner as I am going to wait until it is completely done! I will say, that having to be relatively immobile makes it hard to go arrange and rearrange the nursery corner and I need to wait for Zach to get anything done that involves movement or exertion or really, getting off the couch. So everything.

In spite of everything I can no longer do, I am feeling very lucky that things have progressed as smoothly as they have and now realize not to take everything for granted.

Thanks to a friend's introduction I am slowly but surely becoming more knowledgeable about the whole cloth diaper thing, so thank you Sarah Schultz for introducing Emily and I. A year ago if you had told me that I would be excited about diapers, I would have told you that you were on crack, but lo and behold, here I am buying diapers like they were stilettos.

Who am I?

Everything I have read keeps saying that I need to pack my hospital bag and I keep thinking that I am going to, but what the heck do I pack? It's not like going to the beach or on vacation or skiing. I mean the only thing that I have thought of that I want to bring is Scrabble...is that odd? I figure toothbrush and deodorant is a given, but what else? I mean clothes-wise, it's not like I need to plan for day trips or dinners out, so I am at a total loss. Yeah, yeah, I have read the checklists, but somehow feel that they do not apply to me. So to all those that have been through this...what did you pack? What would you have left out and what would you have included now that you have gone through the experience?

8 months

32 Weeks

Okay, I admit it, I did it to myself. This week the sciatica finally revolted. It gathered its troops, it took up arms and it came after me with a full-blown assault. During an "emergency" trip to the doctor's office on Tuesday, the harsh truth hit as I was told by the nurse practitioner, "Oh I see that the doctor has told you repeatedly that you need to stay off your feet, and can tell by the sheer fact that you are here and hobbling that you are rather active". Yep, I am busted. No more walking, no more riding on the trainer in front of bad TV, a whole lotta laying down on my left side doing nothing. Nothing is not something I am very good at nor do I aspire to be.
So really, what does this mean? It means that I am totally boring and bored. I am glued to my couch except for the hours spent in traffic, at work and in bed. Fun. But at least there is an end in sight, even if it is still weeks away.



The crib, which I have been several months tardy in posting.

I am finally reading the few pregnancy books that I have, though I am taking everyone's advice and opinions with a grain of salt as there is more than one way to skin a cat. I am afraid to become like a few other pregnant women I have recently met who think that the way they have chosen to give birth is the only way. Now granted these women have not yet been through the actual experience of giving birth, but they seem to think that they know it all already.

I think I am just going to hang back and play my hand as it is dealt, knowing my options but not being so stuck in a plan that the moment the game changes I can't just go with the flow. Yes, I know I am normally a planner, but this is something that when it comes down to it, in the end I can only control so much.

Week 30- 10 to go!!!!!!+/- 2 weeks

What a pregnant Morgan looks like when she doesn't know her picture is being taken....



Oh dear me, allergies are kicking my butt, as is the sciatic pain in my back and the damn mirror. But there is GOOD news...we went to the doctor yesterday and things seem to be a lot better than last time. Blood pressure was normal, kidneys seem to be draining, and we got to have a sonogram and see the not so little bambino. The combination of the Vaughn-Draper gene pool seems to have created a very very leggy and long child. They are estimating the baby to already weigh about 4 lbs and there exists the possibility that my due date will be moved up, but the baby will come when it is good and ready.

Okay, enough about that....



I have a confession to make: I like to watch television that one could liken to watching a train wreck where there are no survivors. My current wreck of a show is Little Miss Perfect, where our guide, a man who desperately wishes he was born a pageant worthy lady, wears eyeliner, blush and pink lip gloss as he guides us through the lives of the two contestants the show is following and also provides insight into the world of "Little Miss Perfect". Sometimes I am forced to look away...yes, the show is that good. What makes it that good you ask? The parents. The parents are unbelievable and are a reminder that no matter how bad a mother I may end up being, there is always someone much much worse. In a sick way it is comforting. Additionally, I have always been totally intrigued by the JonBenet Ramsey case, maybe its because I lived in Boulder the year following the horrific crime, but who knows, regardless, this bizarro world attracts my curiosity. I just don't get it. At all. Any way if you are at all looking for a parenting confidence-boost and have a warped sense of humor, watch this show.

One more thing, I think I am going to do the whole cloth diaper route....can anyone proved some insight?