When
I'm gone for this long do you think I've maybe given birth? That's
what I'm trying to do with my erratic and long-spaced entries, scare
you. But alas, I'm still here with cake baking in utero, all big
and fat and getting progressively uncomfortable by the day. And
I've been getting these new sensations in the middle of the night
which make me think I'm going into labor, and let's just say they
freak me out like crazy. I can't see how I'm going to be good at
this.
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So
we've been interviewing prospective pediatricians, and who knew
you had to do that? My friend was all, "Have you found a baby
doctor yet?" and I said, "What? No." And she goes,
"WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" So then I got nervous
and started calling friends for referrals and we met with one who
got high praise and was incredibly average, then I talked to another
one who sounds awesome but doesn't have any meet-and-greet appointments
open until after the baby's born, and then I stopped off in person
to make an appointment with a third one yesterday and bumped into
Chandra Wilson (Dr. Bailey on Grey's Anatomy) on her way out, so
I figure that's got to be a pretty good place, right? I hope so,
because I'm running out of time. I turned into the biggest nerd
in front of her, it was so lame. I said, "You're the best thing
on Grey's Anatomy!" She was like, "Thanks, weirdo."
(Really in the two seconds I talked to her she was very nice.)
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I
made some more baby onesies, but this time I had them done at Cafe
Press because the iron-on material I used for a bunch of them last
month shredded all to hell in the washing machine, and nobody wants
that.
They
use this direct-transfer method, so it looks like a real silkscreened
t-shirt rather than an iron-on. And the Asbury Park one is an ebay-purchased
patch and not from Cafe Press. Isn't it cool, though? I think I'm
a little too obsessed with the clothes. Also, I got in trouble after
making them, because I guess anything you make for yourself at Cafe
Press is put up in an online 'store' for anyone else to buy, too,
but they yelled at me (virtually) for violating a thousand copyright
laws. Still sent me mine in the mail, but they'll be unavailable
for purchase by anyone else because of rampant illegality. Living
on the edge, that's me.
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So
maybe I've had a pregnancy eating disorder and have been enjoying
potato chips and ice cream a little too much. And what do you do
when you're obsessed with Lay's Ranch Ruffles and find your dog
with his nose in the bag in the middle of the living room and no
potato chips left? Go apeshit, that's what. Now I'm off to the store
to buy more.
