Stuffs We Wants

Sitting here looking at a sheet of paper and contemplating its dimensions. I get these weekly emails about the progress of my pregnancy and this week I am at week twenty one. So as I look at the piece of paper it is odd to think that my little girl is almost as long as this piece of paper. At twenty one weeks a baby is roughly ten and a half inches head to heel. It's all about perspective.

 

Each day it feels more and more like she is practicing to be the next karate kid... I can only imagine how this will progress. o.O

 

I found a baby stuff site that has a ton of stuff that I want. It's called RockerByeBaby and I seriously am in love with their stuff. I am thinking of asking for Etsy gift cards so I can shop them. Here's a few pics of the type of stuff they make that I want:

I might have to look at finding some similar fabrics to try making my own stuff (unless I win the lottery), but that could be easier said than done. My sewing machine could always use the work out though!

 

Funny non-baby/preggo side note. I am curious/afraid of what my co-workers are doing on the interwebs at break time. If I have to track a package for a customer during the company break (I take mine later than others) the speed is about 56k dial up... Someone is hogging bandwidth like a crack whore.

 

Someone taught my mother how to text sometime in the last six months... And now she texts me all the time. Almost daily to "See how we're doing." She has no concept of the fact that I am at work, or busy, or that my phone died, or I was out and forgot to text back when I got home. I am not one of those people who drops everything to respond to a text, even from my mom. And it is exhausting. I know she means well, but for the love of god once a week is plenty. I would be a bit more understanding if I were in the last couple weeks leading to my due date, but I am just over the half way point. The only reprieve is when she is over at the coast. Her phone has a shitty signal over there and she won't text me at all, but woe unto me if she is at home... I will admit this, I'd rather she text than call. Half the time when I speak to her on the phone I end up feeling mildly enraged, and I don't like that, nor do I need it during my pregnancy. Oh well, I guess she is just being a mom the only way she knows how... 

Now for some more IKEA catalog. I hit the "Sleeping" section last night and decided it was a good point to stop and go to bed.  Next post you can look forward to a fun gender discovery anecdote and a gruesome discussion on the speed of animals.