I'll Give You That Number

Today I tried to find out where in town checks that car seats are installed properly. I thought that this was a standard sort of service since they won't let you leave the hospital unless you have one ready to go. Here's how it went: called the Cape Breton District Health Authority and they referred me to the Mom-Baby Clinic. Called the Mom-Baby Clinic and they referred me to the Municipality. Called the Municipality and they referred me to the central fire station. Called the central fire station and they referred me to the Deputy Fire Chief. Called the Deputy Fire Chief and his answering machine hung up on me. Hmm.

If You Go Down In The Woods Today

Is it possible to gain a visible amount of weight in three days? Yes, yes it is. If you say no then you probably haven't been to White Point Beach Resort. So. Much. Good. Food. I got to visit there this week as part of a post-work work retreat. Cabins on the beach and fireplaces and little bunnies and peanut-butter chocolate cheesecake. If it wasn't eight hours away (or if we could feasibly pass by on the way from here to anywhere else in the universe) it would definitely be on the family-vacation must-do list.

I do really enjoy being able to take Frankie with me so effortlessly - Frankie is always packed and ready to go and always eager to travel where we do. So perfect. In three weeks Frankie will be an outside baby and we'll have outside baby accoutrements to attend to. I'm hoping that this extra equipment won't keep us from doing the things we love and showing all the world to Frankie. Maybe it's the weather or excitement for the warm summer months ahead but lately I can't stop thinking about camping. Babies like camping right? I'm pretty sure they do - or that they like just about anywhere that doesn't interfere with their food and clean diaper supply.

Oh And Did You Notice The Date?

One month. That's it. Car seat installed. Check. Hospital bag packed. Check. Good thing they don't limit the size of your carry-ons.

Lapsicle

Meet my sassy new friend. His name is Gateway. We picked him up today and I am in loooove. He is small and quick and who doesn't love small and quick things? Unless, you're trying to trap the small and quick thing because it keeps eating your cereal and scurrying across your floor. But Gateway doesn't scurry or eat your cereal - he computes!

After two indignant attempts to communicate with Futureshop staff (worst service ever) I decided to try a little computer place in Reserve Mines. Although we had to make three trips there (and find creative ways to kill the time in between after three promises that Gateway would soon be ready to come home with us) I got a feverishly sweet deal.

Just to be safe I think this is how I'm going to leave Gateway when I need to walk away from him:

Yes, in a freezer bag. I am hoping this will stop him from meeting the same wet fate as the Macbook. I am sooo thirsty all of the time now. I'm starting to wonder if Frankie is part amphibian. This means I am never too far from a big glass of liquid - last night I actually almost walked away from my loaner laptop leaving a glass of water and kitty nearby. Seriously bad at learning my lesson.

Before Gateway's adoption we ventured through the Baby Flea Market (sorry pappa - no baby fleas). This is what $20 will purchase for you at a Baby Flea Market:

A boppy, three glass bottles, four sleepers, eight onesies, a pair of baby jeans and a pair of baby cords. Baby cords! Cuter than a duck in a sou'wester cuddling a kitten. Rob scoped out the awesome sleeper/onesie table and promised to remind Frankie that we once purchased him or her fourteen outfits for $6.00. Most of the clothes there were gender-specific but thankfully these markets are semi-annual events. Even better - they are in a hall just two blocks from our place! We should probably look into some sort of loyalty points cards.

Observations from a Wednesday

(1) I'm kinda looking forward to going for a walk without having a little head bouncing on my bladder.

(2) I am going to have a hard time leaving my new affection for Dairy Queen behind when I no longer have this big belly to blame it on.

(3) My maternity budget looks excellent on paper. Much like all of its budget predecessors which never quite replicate themselves in reality. I should probably learn to make a better budget. I should probably be a bit more honest about how much I spend on clothes and restaurants.

(4) There is a baby flea market this Saturday just up the street from us. Babies + Flea Market + Saturday = Awesome. Let's not mention this to the budget.

(5) I am excited for red wine after May 23rd. I am almost just as excited for soft poached eggs.

(6) I read that one way to prepare kitties for the arrival of a baby is to taper off the affection shown to them. I can't imagine doing this and so will have to find someway to maintain current affection levels post-Frankie.

(7) I just ate way too much ice cream. See observation number two.