Today we received what we’ve been so desperate for: the sea shipment. By golly, I finally have a couch! How much have I longed to dramatically throw myself on it and flip on the TV? Especially after long walks? Loads. And finally it is here and I am quite happy. Especially because it’s the only place in the house that is clear of any crap. I’m having to deal with this…Don’t be jealous 😉
That is only a fraction of all the things that need putting away. We received 60 boxes, 30 of them were unpacked, and none organized. Once the movers left, I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door to lunch with my husband, who had stayed home this morning to manage the move. So glad he insisted on doing so because there was just way too much going on and I’m sure I would have missed something had I been alone. Between the two of us we were able to check to make sure nothing was missing or broken. And nothing was. Thank goodness. It remains a mystery as to how the air shipment suffered so much damage.
After lunch, G went to work and I decided to procrastinate a bit more.
And then a bit more. I ran over to Baby Gap and found Chexie’s coming home outfit (unless, of course, something cuter comes along…).
I also got a couple of long-sleeved maternity Ts on sale. Usually I would not bother buying them and just make them myself but at $6 a shirt, it’s just cheaper to buy and not stress about making. Besides, I can’t sew knowing all this stuff around me needs a home. So much stuff! I think it might be time to purge. It was hard to do in London; with not having a car we would’ve had to make multiple trips to the charity shops. But now we can be ruthless and get a few donation piles sorted and drive them over as soon as we can. Having access to public transport *and* a car is so nice. I forgot how convenient driving is (although I still hate to do it).
So I enjoyed the warmth in the sun and shopping. Now I am back home, writing this post…procrastinating. Must go find other things to do other than organize 🙂 The couch is calling to me.
I’ve finally hit that awkward pregnancy stage, you know: finding it hard to pick stuff off the floor, getting up from the bed, and struggling to get in and out of the car. I am also finding myself getting uncomfortably full quite quickly and frequently hitting the bathroom more than usual (reminds me of my first trimester). And finally I’ve been suffering from acid reflux quite frequently. Not cute.
This morning poor Chexie had the hiccups and my husband could see my stomach moving along rhythmically to them. Poor thing. I wish I could have rubbed his back or something. Too bad I have no idea as to how he’s positioned. Maybe I’ll find out at my next appointment. Tomorrow I have a visit with an OB/GYN that works with the birthing center I registered with (Yay! It’s the one I visited last month). She seems really open to natural births but of course I’ll see how much so after I chat with her. I’m really hoping she’ll do an ultrasound tomorrow but she more than likely will give me an appointment for one later. I truly hope we click. I wasn’t pleased with my midwife in London. She was nice but overworked and not shy about complaining about it. We never got to build a relationship with each other and she never once asked me how I was doing or if I had any questions for her. I was quite put off by the experience. But again, she is overworked (midwives provide majority of the healthcare for pregnant women in the UK). Unlike the US, the UK is going through a baby boom. You can’t spit without hitting a pregnant lady (sorry for the visual). There’s not much time left for OB and I to become besties but that’s not what I’m after. I just want to trust her, know she will honor my wishes (within reason) and believe that she will have my best interest at heart the day of delivery.
A week from Tuesday I get to meet with a prospective doula. She sounds quite sweet in her emails. And she’s nice enough to come to my side of town to meet. With no good seating at the house currently, I am relieved when she was okay with meeting at a local coffee shop. Luckily for me I can walk there.
That brings me to another development happening this week-learning to drive a manual. We sold my car and kept my husband’s, a manual. We had intentions of buying me a car when we moved back but with G being able to take public transit to work there’s no point in getting another one. So yeah, driving stick… Holy crap it’s frustrating. It’s beyond me why anyone would want to work harder at driving. I’m not going to lie, I hate driving. I rather walk than drive, unless it’s rainy and cold outside. Today was lesson #2 and I only killed the engine 2 or 3 times. Big improvement from lesson #1. Unfortunately I don’t have a lot of patience for learning. I often have to pee as soon as I sit behind the driver’s seat, changing my mood for the worst. Ugh. But it has to be done. I’d hate to be stuck at home if there’s an emergency of some kind.
Other than the doctor appointment, I am really looking forward to getting reacquainted with my sewing machine. It’s been a while. I need to get some onesies cranked out soon! I’ll leave you with some cute clothes I purchased today. I’m hoping to use them as inspiration when I make Chexie clothes. I just need to find a good trouser pattern; I have a shirt one already. If anyone has any pattern suggestions let me know! I really want one for a baby blazer.
Evie, from Pendle Stitches, sent Chexie the sweetest, most gorgeous cardigan. I have to admit, I cried when I opened it. It was so thoughtful, a true representation of how amazing the sewing/knitting community is.
She also included a lovely dress pattern for me. Can’t wait to give it a go! Thank you so much Evie!