[Carly and Frosty during Christmas break.]
- We almost moved. Well, not almost. But kind of almost. A three-bedroom townhouse opened up two doors down from us. Oh, so tempting. Too bad rent wasn't a bit less. But I guess now we won't be moving when I'm 37 weeks pregnant . . . or in the hospital. Ha! There are perks to things not working out.
- I'm so over "potty training" and ready for Carly to be "potty trained". Does that ever happen? We're at a month and Carly is pretty much a pee pro, but still won't go #2. It is a huge traumatic fiasco every time. Don't know how many more times I can handle it. And no, rewards don't work. And she won't sit on the potty to watch tv or read a book. All she'll do is curl up on the couch in pain and beg to be carried around everywhere (which I won't do) and cry for hours. Until all hell breaks lose in her underwears. Sorry, graphic. It happened again this morning, and I'm just over it.
- We set the crib up in our room. I'm washing baby clothes. My sweet friends are throwing me a shower next week. This is happening, and its happening soon.
- Chris and I went on a much needed date on Saturday. A nice family in our ward offered to watch Carly, nevermind that they have 10 kids of their own. They live outside of town a ways, so we decided to go to a little nearby town and shop the little small-town shops. Turns out small towns close down at 5:30. We ended up spending an hour and a half at dinner, and an hour and a half at the ice cream place. But it was nice to spend time with my man. We don't get a lot of time together. And I feel like I'm a ticking timebomb of chaos. So an evening of calm was nice.
- I went to the hospital to pick up a breastpump the lactation consultant is loaning out to me (yay for not having to buy one!) and had two people wish me luck on "having my baby". Really? I'm just going to waltz in there in my jeans with my little purse all by myself and have a baby? Guess I can't blame them. I have a fabulous 40-week-sized belly.
- Carly gave me her cough. It is lame. And coughing with two babies inside you makes you feel like your tummy might burst open. FYI.
- It is the last day of January. Can you believe it? January usually drags on like some sort of torture device, but this one passed by quite quickly. I'm not about to complain. I need to get some Valentine's cheer in our house. And cake. We need cake in the house. Stat.
Life is good.