I've bought things. I've returned things. I've had two baby showers. Our house has boxes of baby gear in every room, half-opened boxes from recent shipments, bags and boxes wherein I've made some attempts to organize all the stuff, stuff, stuff.
I'm two weeks from my due date. All I do is get bigger and slower, and ask Scott to do more things for me.
"This weekend, we have got to get this stuff organized and put away," I say to him.
Yes, dear.
The last two nights, I have had a new kind of insomnia that involves being wide-awake at 3 a.m., and sleeping fitfully later on in the morning. In addition, today I woke up with a sore throat. So Scott put on his superhero cape and went out into the world to do our errands for us. There was the new rug that needed washing in an industrial size washer at the laundromat, not to mention all our bedding, pillows, etc.; the farmers' market; the grocery store; a stop at a comic book store (a man has needs)...
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