Yesterday was awesome. After 8.5 months of slooowly inching towards a place for the baby to sleep and eventually play and never clean (if this child’s anything like me) my village and I bounded towards the finish line. We are 1 coat of paint away and if all goes well tonight we’ll be ready to move in.
In addition to the painting and the bounding we also did a half a dozen other things to prepare for “shorti” as this baby is known by it’s aunts and uncles. Observe:
It was incredibly exhausting and all I did was dry some dishes and sterilize the baby gear.
My original plan was to have my mother and mother-in-law help me put baby clothes into drawers but I wanted to take the drawers out of the chest since it’s not moved into place yet and I figured it would be to heavy to move with all the clothes in it. It would also get all the baby crap out of my living room. It turns out, as some sort of safety feature, you can’t take the drawers out! Pffft. Safety. People get so hysterical about that stuff.
Meanwhile I was beside myself trying to figure out how to handle the bottles after I sterilized them. Do I just pick them up?! With my HANDS?! I don’t have a sterile field! My hands are contaminated! No matter how much I wash them! Germs! My mom said that I can just put the tiny stuff like nipples and pacifiers into a clean container and wash my hands before I do it. I think I trust her so that’s what I did. There’s no guarantee that I won’t sterilize them again before using them.
Okay folks! 12 days til my due date! Let’s freaking go.