I went to Target today at lunch to buy a bra. I went up a cup size. I’m not sure if I’m quite there yet, but I want to have it on the days I’m feeling more swollen than usual. I also bought a maternity tee shirt. It looks like an ordinary tee shirt, but it’s a little longer. I’m sure that I’ll probably wear it quite a bit after the baby comes too.
After finding those things, I went to the baby aisle to look at all the stuff we’ll need. Strollers, car seats, pack-n-plays, carriers, toys, breast feeding equipment, bottles, monitors, diaper bags, pillows, bathtubs. There were dozens and dozens of things for the baby. And at some point I’m going to have to start making decisions on those things. Graham says we won’t have to buy it all; our friends and family will give a lot of stuff to us. But we will still need a lot of it.
I broke down and bought onesie set for the baby. It’s yellow and says “I’m new here.” Unisex but cute for either sex. I also bought a matching hat and socks. It’s so weird to think that in less than a year, the little one will wear those sorts of things.
Last night, I crashed very hard. I was working on the quilt, and suddenly fatigue just took hold of me. I was somewhat taken aback by it, and I was in bed and asleep by ten thirty.
Tomorrow, I’m going to a yoga class. I’m hopeful that it’ll be useful. At some point in my pregnancy, I can’t do exercises that require me to be flat on my back, but I don’t think that’s for a few months.
Tomorrow starts the fifth week. The little one starts working on building the internal organs, and by the end of the week, there should be a heartbeat, though it won’t be detectable by equipment for a few more.
We gave the pre-baby the name Ze Terror, in a French accent. It’s what our neighbors called Noir when he first met them, and it’ll fit for a baby that is causing us so much angst.