
Have I mentioned I have 2 sets of fully lined curtains on the window facing the parking lot?
The cheapest solution would be a couple of rocks, a good throwing arm, and exceptional aim, but C won't let me do that.
But I guess I'm in the throes of nesting, and there are some stressors that I'm trying not to dwell on, so thinking about the bedroom seems like a good distraction. Distraction. Distrac. . . Tomorrow I have my second perinatal specialist visit, where they do a detailed ultrasound (30 minutes of baby watching = fun, followed by conclusions and more worries, not fun). Thanks to the uncertainty of a special Mr.'s job, the last time I went, I went alone. This time my mom is going, and she's been ordered to ask all the hard hitting questions. Anybody know anything about fetal hydronephrosis? I have to go back in to the obstetrician on Friday for a 3 hour glucose test because my glucose levels in the 1 hour version came back high. So yeah, curtains. . . distractions. . . and wondering if I'm already a bad mama, letting Mabel down from the get go.

Me and Mr. C (who has been working his 40 hour/week real job and doing all sorts of extra jobs and favors for friends) need our own summer camp/get away room.