Baby Showers, Clogs in the Sink and Popsicles
This is one, loved, little girl. On Friday, my sweet 8th period Honors class threw me a (surprise!) baby shower in the middle of class, complete with chocolate peanut butter cupcakes and children's books that they each purchased themselves and wrote a message to Ellie in. I only cried a little. After class, the school faculty had set up yet another shower fit for my princess- I work with the most lovely people, don't I? On Saturday, the ladies at my church couldn't let my work friends have all the glory apparently, and hosted a lovely soiree filled with more ballet dresses, little socks that look like Mary Janes and a Diaper cake (not weird like it sounds, but actually tiered diapers in the shape of a cake that only my creative friend Amy could pull off). My sister-in-law Jamie spent the weekend since our husbands were galavanting in Boston for a few days and needless to say, after all of that, my body was too tired, my feet too swollen and my face too twitchy from smiling for 3 straight days to go in to work today.
Considering my layed-up position, the husband and I thought it might be a great opportunity to finally replace the crappy pedestal sink in our bathroom with one that actually has some storage space and recruited my ever-willing, servant hearted father-in-law to help. 7 hours, 3 snakes, 2 bottles of Drano and one entire 5 pound pot of bubbling gumbo for sustenance later, we apparently have unearthed and lodged a clog the size of the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota and may, now, have to remove part of the wall to dig out the plumbing. All this because I was tired of washing my hands in what looked like my Nana's bird feeder. That, and it stuck out so far from the wall that I've had to lift my ever growing belly up and over it to get to the toilet. Attractive. They are still, as we speak, drilling, banging and trying not to curse on the second floor while I'm wrapped up in a blanket on the couch- talking to you. Perhaps there are certain perks to pregnancy. If I have to have pelvic pain, sore hips, heartburn and permanent stretch mark scaring, I shouldn't have to endure the wads of black gunk coming out of our plumbing. Ew.
On another preggo note, I currently have an unnatural fixation on popsicles. I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that my throat continuously feels like I tried to swallow a tablespoon of cinnamon. I'm so thirsty all the time. Popsicles seem to be the only remedy. Particularly raspberry. And coconut. Preferably one right after the other. Strawberry works too, in a pinch. But not as well. I wish I had a freezer in my classroom and could just grab one whenever I needed on. Like in the middle of third period. Ah, well. Only a few more days ( 8!!!) to worry about it. Then, depending upon how early/late Ellie girl arrives, I'll be home to update you way more often than anyone would care to read. So, apologies in advance if I being to outline my closet organization and jam making as I sit at home and wait for labor to begin.
Ah, success! The men just trotted confidently down the stairs proclaiming clog victory! Thank God. Do you know how long a half hour really is for a pregnant woman to hold her pee?