(Stick with me to the end of this post … I need your help!)
John is out of town for a few days so I’m home with the boys spending what will most certainly be my last weekend alone for the next, oh, 20 years or so. Don’t worry about my safety … Henry is actually quite vicious when it comes to strangers. Juicy is just good at getting underfoot and giving me time to get to my weapon of choice … a taser!
When I got home from dropping him off at the airport I set about finally checking my email and regular blogs and I stumbled across a new blog. It was sad and profound … I’m not even ready to share the link because I’m afraid a fellow prego will link up to it from here (a husband is writing about his wife dying from a pulmonary embolism the day after their daughter was born)…
Anyway, I got really sad and a little scared so I had to get out of the house for that mani-pedi I was telling you about! I thought I’d finally found a good place to get purtied up near my house but alas … I GOT BUTCHERED. For the last few months I’ve been going fairly regularly to get my toes done because I can’t reach them. Not once have any of the manicurists told me what the little gal told me today: “You have an ingrown toenail.” Why did she say this, you ask? Because she got a little crazy with the cuticle scissors and MADE ME BLEED. I’m sorry, I’m not the sort of person to just sit there and smile and not say anything when I’m being PUNISHED in the spa chair. If I don’t like the way my nails are filed I always make them re-do it so, yeah, bleeding made me speak up. ARGH! If I get an infection I am going to be SO PISSED.
After that I got home and internetted a while and set about making myself a frozen pizza. I was in the recliner when the buzzer went off and I didn’t feel much like getting up (what else is new?). As I got the food out of the oven I had the sudden realization that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten my own pizza out of the oven … John almost always gets it for me. And then there’s the whole “Ice water WITH A STRAW” phenomenon that has been the theme of this pregnancy … he’s gotten me most of those too. Not to mention countless Tums runs (one of which was near midnight), watermelon runs, return trips to grocery stores when I’ve forgotten key ingredients to that night’s dinner which cannot be altered because of cravings/emotional meltdowns. And lets not forget the Preparation-H run which will live in infamy. What I’m saying is that I am so incredibly blessed to have my loving husband taking such good care of me. I can’t wait to see him with our daughter. Sniff sniff!
And now, at long last, I need your help Internet. First off, you’ve been so AWESOME with all the encouraging comments you’ve been dropping on me lately!! It’s getting me through this end-phase of pregnancy like a bowl of ice cream drenched in hot fudge (mmm, mental note to get that later)!!
So, here’s my big question of the day: What kind of infant sling/carrier should we get? We have an Ergo for when Little Buddy gets a bit bigger thanks to my uber-generous BFF Lily, but I’d like to get one that’s really secure for when she’s an infant and it would also be nice to be able to breastfeed with it (and it would also be nice if John could use it — not for breastfeeding obviously!). I’m thinking about the Moby Wrap that Maggie raves about or a HotSling. Any suggestions? I’m not crazy about Baby Bjorns just so you know …
P.S. Happy Birthday Mom!! Love you!