1.  My husband voluntarily brought out his baby books when we were at his mom’s, waiting for the dog to be dropped off.  Inspired, I bought a baby book.  For my baby.  Who’s going to be here soon.

Holy shit.  I’m the luckiest woman in the whole world.

2.  Nellie is feeling much better, as evidenced by her spending much of yesterday cadging treats and other food-goodies from both the Boy & me.  More of a relief than I can express.  Now if I could just stop feeling phantom nasty-critters on my poor swollen feet, that’d be great…

3.  Had a wonderful lunch with my MIL yesterday, followed by a delightful shopping excursion where she bought me the stroller of my dreams!  I am officially a spoiled yuppie. We also cooed over baby clothes and agreed that we cannot wait for Thor to actually arrive so we can play dress up with him for a solid 3 months.  She’s so much fun to be with, and again, I say – as far as my in-laws go?  I am the luckiest woman in the world.

4.  Today’s big plan is to get to the drug store and buy all the embarrassing things I’ll need in the next few months.  Nipple cream.  Depends.  Saline enema.  KY jelly.  Condoms (dear lord, we’re going to have to use condoms again!)  I figure, do it all at once, and just overwhelm the cashier with my high levels of general discomfort.  Which should be fun in a weirdo sort of way.  Yeah, I’m easy to amuse…

5.  Is it wrong that I just love spell-check?  I do, you know.  For all that I’m a hard-core snob about poorly edited writing in general, I can’t spell for shit.  Spell-check is the best thing ever.  At least in the world of computers.  And I don’t know why people are always complaining about it.

Sew their.