27 weeks

     Let's see, I'm 27 weeks and three days. Or something. What am I doing with myself? Well, lately I've been staying up until my sister gets off work so I can have some sort of human interaction each day. Josh is working in Ohio. He'll be home Wednesday for two days atleast. That's nice, but it will be the only days he's been home this entire month. It doesn't look anything like Christmas around here, let alone alot. Because I'm not about to attempt to put lights on the house in this condition. I probably wouldn't attempt it if I weren't pregnant. And, decorating a tree by myself seems too depressing. I might as well watch A Charlie Brown Christmas while nodding enthusiastically. I still have Halloween candy on my coffee table (we overbought), Jeezy Chreezy.          
     So, anyway, mostly I've been researching information about cloth diapers. All day. Yes, it's possible. You'd be surprised. I feel like I'm kind of an expert already, and I've never even used one. I'm excited about it though. When I tell people my intentions to cloth diaper they aren't very supportive. My dad was kind of disgusted and seemed to be having flashbacks of using them with us. Yeah, well, they've come a long way. I AM going to try out sized prefolds and snap on covers, which is about as archaic as it gets nowadays. But, alot of cloth diapering mommas don't waste time with that and buy AIO (all in ones) which are most like disposables. You just happen to wash them. Or pocket diapers, that are covers with a sleeve you can stuff absorbant inserts into. You can adjust the absorbancy depending on what kind of insert you stuff into it and how many. I will also be trying these. I don't think disposables are evil or anything. In fact, I plan on utilizing them in certain situations. Like when we travel, or someone else is watching her, and possibly at night. I know we could afford disposables. It's not really about that. Though saving money is never a bad thing. It just makes sense to me to use them. I don't know, maybe it's just ingrained in me since I was a cloth diaper baby. Yeah, you have to wash them every other day. Yadda yadda who cares? I don't imagine it being anymore annoying than having to go to the store every week for a case of diapers and lug bags of human waste out of my house. Besides, have you seen cloth diapers? Hello! They are adorable, and free of licensed characters like Elmo and Winnie-the-Pooh <---although he does seem like an appropriate figure to put on a diaper. I plan on purchasing some covers with a tattoo print on them from a work at home mom among other equally adorable looking ones. It's going to be amazing. I hope.          
     That way, if something goes terribly wrong in the breast feeding department (something I also intend to do, but from my understanding has many complications that could arise and be unresolvable. There is the possibility that I won't be able to breast feed for this that or the other reason and there won't be anything I can do about it, but I know I can put a cloth diaper on my baby) atleast I won't have to buy formula AND disposables. That would be ridiculous.

Nesty nesty

     I'm in my 22 week of pregnancy. That's more than halfway. We had our first ultrasound last week and as soon as the tech put the wand to my belly the money shot came up. She didn't even have to tell me the gender, it was so obvious, I said it myself. I was in disbelief. This whole time I've had nothing but feelings of having a boy. So much for my intuition. I hope Josh didn't get his hopes up too much, I wouldn't even let him say it might be a girl, that's how positive I was. Well, she's a girl, and as much as I used to say I didn't want boys ever and would sell them on the black market, I was really looking forward to it being a boy. It's so bizarre. I don't even know when I started feeling that way or why. Maybe I was just preparing myself in case I was having a boy. And I'll be excited if I have one in the future, but right now I'm really looking forward to tutus and teaparties and hairbows.

     The nesting has commenced. Probably since we know the gender now, and I feel like I can start preparing more and getting everything in it's place. It's mostly frustrating though, because even though I have four long months ahead of me, everything feels like it needs to be finished now. Yesterday, I decided to try to get some stuff done in the baby's room, mostly cleaning all my craft stuff out and the rest of the junk that's made its way into there. I cleaned out three drawers, moved the contents into a storage crate and carried it down into the closet that I'm sure will be too small for all of my crafts. Then, I decided to try to get these two questionable spots off the blinds that have been there since we've bought the place. They never bothered me before only because the room is hardly ever used. So I go back up, armed with some cleaner and paper towel and I'm wiping and I'm wiping and it doesn't look like either spot is coming off, but it's turning the towel brown. Gross. I don't want to know. I got frustrated and gave up. There are bigger things that need to be tackled, like putting a knob on the door, and taking the doors off the closet. But I can't do those things by myself, so I made a list for Josh for when he comes back from Canada. Today I vacuumed, and since things can never be too clean right now, I decided to clean the vacuum. How very Danny Tanner of me. I haven't had this vacuum very long, but so far I've had nothing but love for it. It's the Hoover Windtunnel upright bagless vacuum and it's so lightweight and sucks so good. I thought the washable hepafilter was a really great feature until today. I couldn't get the damn thing out to rinse it. There are pictures and simple directions, and I still couldn't do it. I was pretty disappointed in myself.