So am I the only girl who doesn't smell like flowers?

One nice thing about being pregnant is the sense of community among the, um, afflicted. Gestators and those recently relieved of the condition readily dole out stories about strange physical behaviors of a body that is no longer controlled by our sentient brain. We also understand the financial burden of a wardrobe of elastic waistband pants can be substantial. Maternity clothes get passed from woman to woman - at least in my neck of the woods - with little regard for who is getting what clothes and how they will be returned. Most of the people who have shared something with me have recently finished their final (planned) pregnancy and only care that the clothing that they no longer need will be passed on to a deserving soul when it has served its purpose.

Two lovely ladies, pcosmama and a lovely lady from playgroup, have bequested maternity clothing of some sort to me. It is generous and thoughtful, the very sort of thing that saves me not only money but a trip to the store where I have to try on clothing when I'm feeling rotund. Here's the thing: both sets of clothes have smelt like flowers. It's a lovely scent, but I can't wear it all day when pregnant and my skin can't take any sort of fabric softener with scent ever. I washed the clothes and it's all good. The only thing that is weird is that I know that pcosmama uses the same kind of detergent and fabric softener sheets that I do and my clothes don't smell like a florist shop. Maybe I am the only girl that doesn't smell like flowers.

Labels: baby '08, deep thoughts

Things are just good here right now

So sorry to have been so absent. Things are really good and a bit busy here these days. Play groups, doctor appointments, general errands and the occasional illness have kept us busy and I've not been here telling you things lately.

The boy is so big and fun. He plays on his own. He play well with others. He's potty trained (depending on your definition) and he has a personality that is all his own. Good, good times. I'm looking into pre-schools for him for the fall and he's doing really well with learning his alphabet (thanks to Leap Frog's Letter Factory DVD) and can read "on", "off", and his name.

J is fine. He works late most nights and isn't normally home until about 7 p.m., but it works okay for us - probably because we can't do anything about it and we have decided that it has to be okay. :) The power of positive thinking!

I had a doctor appointment on Friday and we had an ultrasound. Baby is measuring just the right size for gestational age, four chambers in the heart, straight back with no gaps that would indicate spina bifida, and long legs. Oh, and it's a little girl. Chicka to round out our little family.

Like I said, good stuff here.

Labels: baby '08, boy