Bad partner*

First a big warm, congratulations to Poppy and Cat & Gayby on the arrival of their twins-- and to Love Invents Us for their little Yogi. I am looking forward to hearing more from all of them as their new adventures unfold!

Today I am being a bad partner instead of a bad blogger for once; Speedy is downstairs cleaning out "her side" of our bedroom. The side that I am willfully blind to, the side that I do not have to walk through or near to carry out my daily activities. This is where she practices her hoarding tendencies. Books, papers, pens, defunct electronics, old cell phone chargers, notebooks with two or three scribbled-on pages from god-knows-when, notecards, pictures, post-its with vague scrawls, endless tchotchkes.

She is begging me for help as she has filled three under-bed drawers, a night stand, an entire bookshelf and a corner of our room with this detritus and has finally realized how bad it has gotten. I am refusing to go downstairs until it is done. I believe in tough love. I believe in making the addict face the consequences of their disordered behavior. I also believe I have been a very bad blogger of late.

So here I am. We have had a very productive weekend. We went on a hospital tour of the hospital where I will 80% be delivering. (It's a hospital, which pisses me off, but they are very midwife friendly, my midwife has a long-standing relationship with them, and they have very nice birthing rooms. And never once on the tour did the woman who led it refer to "dad" or "husband", but said "support person" and "partner" throughout. On balance, it seems to be our best bet.) We took care of some long-delayed errands. We found a mastiff (oops) wandering the street and found him a fantastic rescue placement and are confident he will get a good home. We bought a used co-sleeper for $25. We met with a financial adviser. We ate amazing and copious amounts of pie with some fellow ttc-ers from blogland. All in all, a great weekend.

Now at 24+ weeks, I feel Speetus flipping around in a most reassuring way. Usually I never have more than an hour or two before I feel some thumping and bumping, which is fantastic. I told a friend of mine, who is dealing with the terror of a symptom-free first trimester, that I went straight from worrying about losing the baby to worrying about having the baby.

But lately, there has been less terror and more joy at the prospect. Sure, Speedy and I have a lot to figure out about how to manage the day to day reality of taking care of a new person, but the thought of holding, feeding and loving this baby-- or the image I have in my mind of Speedy doing the same-- is pretty heart-melting. Perhaps it is the new-mommy bliss that Figgie and Bao are in the midst of, but somehow I am (almost) convinced that we are going to SO love this change, even with all the challenges it will bring.

And now, proof that things are growing... (24 weeks and 3 days down; 15 weeks and 4 days to go.)

Sorry, Olive-- no bra today (they are all in the wash ;-))

* Or, "Crazy Horny Pregnant Lady", as Speedy has taken to calling me for reasons I am not going to into here (but suffice it to say that Speedy has identified the upside of the pregnancy-related hormonal swings...yes, we had a verrry nice weekend.)  Anyone else find themselves randier than usual?