The weekend went well overall. I ended up cheating on the bed rest and tagged along for the Walmart trip. But before we went I reorganized my shopping list so that everything was listed by area, and I sorted through my coupons so that I would have the right ones and know exactly what I was after and there would be no forgotten items or backtracking. Shockingly, Walmart was not insane on a Saturday at 11 AM, even the Saturday before Easter. It confused me. And perhaps lessened my hatred of Walmart slightly.
Now the double stroller is in the entryway, in its box. Next to the baby swing thing that I won a few months back. Which is also unopened in its box. We are so in denial about our space issues and where we're going to put this kid.
Church today was fabulous. The music was great, the kids choir was adorable, and the sermon was wonderful. The potluck was pretty good, although most of our friends didn't stay, and I didn't get to catch up with them. But I did catch up with one friend, so that was nice. Then I returned to my couch and bed.
** Warning, irrational pregnant person blogging here.
You're probably wondering about the "discussion". Sigh. It's an ongoing one. One with no good answer yet. We're trying to figure out what to do with Ethan while we're in the hospital for New Baby's arrival. The plan as it stands now, is for Daniel's parents to come down and stay with him for the 3-4 days. Which would be a good plan if I was not a HORRIBLE PERSON who is freaked out by her in-laws. Don't believe me? Read these posts here and here from December.
I just cannot handle the thought of spending the night before the c-section with guests in my condo and having to sleep in Ethan's room on the Murphy bed (no, the in-laws couldn't sleep there), recovering from the c-section and having a brand new baby in my tiny condo, with my in-laws in the living room speaking Chinese loudly. Or just being in my living room at all. Nothing personal, I don't want ANYONE around for more than 5-10 minutes when I'm recovering from major surgery and trying to help Ethan adjust and feed New Baby all the time. Especially if she does end up as small as predicted- Ethan had to be fed every hour and a half. Which left about 20-30 minutes for sleep/eating/showering, etc. And that went on for two weeks. Not really when you want extra people in your teeny, tiny home. They probably wouldn't stay long, but as we don't know when we'll be getting discharged, it would probably be a few days after we came home before we could work out the logistics of getting them back to Canada.
Daniel is not a fan of the idea of getting friends to watch Ethan during the day the first day and then him watching Ethan after that, because he doesn't want to be away from New Baby and I while we're in the hospital. Not to mention we'd have to try to explain to the in-laws why we don't want them to come down, as discussed, and that can't end well...
So we're at an impasse and I'm tired and hormonal and stressed and freaked out and you name it. And I don't sleep when I'm upset, so I'm also annoyed that he went to sleep so fast! AHHH!!