Since we spent all our money on the new house, we had none left for a baby moon (poor me, right?). So now that we’re settled in to said house (it’s not decorated to perfection, but it will do for now), we’re finally able to spend the weekends exploring our new neighborhood and doing something amazing – actually having fun! With that in mind, we drove to Ventura on Saturday along a country road lined with mountains and fruit stands. We absolutely positively fell in love with this little beach town and hope to someday own property there (reason #500 million I need to get a job again soon after Daphne is born). Here are some pictures of Merp and I enjoying the sun. We’re soaking up every moment of our last weeks sans baby.

37 weeks baaaaby!

37 weeks baaaaby!

A man and his dog.

A man and his dog.

Speaking of baby, I’ve been feverishly preparing the house for Daphne Joyce’s arrival. You know just the usual washing baby clothes, packing hospital bags, and buying supplies, like nursing bras, jammies, hospital snacks and an exercise ball for labor (I can’t believe I didn’t already have one of those! Bad FitnessWhore). Can I say I abhor Motherhood Maternity’s under-wire sorry excuse for a bra contraptions? They are just absolutely horrendous. Of course I’m obsessed with Walmart’s soft cheap $12 wireless bras that I discovered days after I already had dropped $80 on nonreturnable bras at Motherhood. Also at Walmart, the motherland of cheap goods and labor exploitation, I stocked up on Merp approved snacks for the big day(s). Most of these snacks aren’t especially healthy so I threw in some nitrite free organic beef jerky and dried fruit from Wholefoods to round out my junk food snack pack. But the Walmart employee checking me out didn’t know that and actually said,  “You aren’t eating this stuff pregnant are you?” I looked at the bevy of Dorito bags and replied, “God no, these are for my husband.” I mean the LAST place I ever expected to get nutritional advice was in line at Walmart, but I am finding that EVERYONE, especially strangers, have something to say about my condition, usually a very sweet something, but something all the same. To that I say “bring it World,” you want to shower me with attention for a pregnancy I fought hard to get, BY ALL MEANS. 🙂

Part of my preparations have also included creating changing stations all over my house. We’ve got one in the obvious place, the nursery:


We’ve got one next to the bed in the master:

Antique Buddha from Grandma's house will be removed before baby is born.

Antique Buddha from Grandma’s house will be removed before baby is born. Bye bye Buddah!

And we’ve got one, along with a sleep station, downstairs:


I am feeling more excited by the second for sugar, and spice, and everything not so nice (like poop and pee and sleepless nights!). Any other tips for what else I can do to prepare mentally, emotionally, and/or physically for giving birth and beyond?

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