Monday, We'll Know

On Monday at 3:30pm, we will know what the sex is. So keep an eye out for updates that night for the answer. Katrina wants to make a bee line to the Babies r Us to register for stuff. That will most likely be one of several places. Personally, I'd rather do the whole thing online. But I do like the laser gun registry device, if they have them. I wonder if registry gun lasers are bad for the baby? Well, even if they're not, I'll use that excuse so I can play with it more. Mine! I'll already be setting examples of maturity.

Katrina is still getting used to her new girth. She has smacked her stomach with the car door a couple of times. Not too hard, but she's going to need longer arms. She still continually pokes herself, trying to feel baby parts. One time she had me poke a spot that she swore was an arm. It felt like it could've been an arm, but I wasn't convinced. Felt more like a part of her stomach muscle wall. "Stop poking yourself so much," I'd say, "the baby's going to come out with dents!" She's also moving a lot more slowly and gets winded easier. When we walk around our neighborhood I tell her to dictate the pace. Until now she'd gotten used to my long strides.

We've been pointed to an article that says we'll need to acclimate our cat to baby stuff slowly. Since cats get skiddish when you move a table, What are you doing to my space?, this seemed like a rational approach to bringing in a new family member. Especially one that doesn't really act as we do. We're supposed to start wiping our hands with baby wipes, putting diapers on the ground for her to investigate, and pooping and screaming in her face. Well, maybe not that last one. The cat is still getting used to the new apartment. For that matter so are we. Maybe once we get all this baby stuff loaded into our place, it'll feel more like a home. I still slap the wall for several seconds in the dark before I enter a room. "It's not home until you can find the light switches." - Ethan's Law