White linen things

Today I saw a woman dressed in a beautiful white linen shift. She had a nice hourglass figure and white shoes.

She was pushing a stroller with 8 month-ish old twins in it.

Okay, I'm guessing this woman is either a) some random person pushing a stroller for someone else, b) endowed with supernatural anti-stain powers of the mind, or c) married to a drycleaner.

I have my white linen ideas too. Our house is coming together and yet - many things are within reach of little hands. I know we will have to change them around at some point. I just wasn't ready to think about it that hard yet. I am scared to rearrange my life again, only to have Noah not make it. I contingency plan for my life with and without baby, with sick baby, with learning difficulty baby. Then I breathe and try to go experience life, because I don't want to live in the future or the past, thanks; I'll take the present.

This weekend was good for that: I took time to walk by the bluffs and for snuggles, for fruit salad and reading. I read some of the Mother of All Baby Books, which is the Canadian sort of bible on baby things. It did bring up memories of reading it in bed while pregnant with Emily, and how it was utterly useless in the end, but I feel soft about it in part (ah the travels of the heart) because its author later had a pregnancy loss and wrote a book on trying again. It has a list of ten things to do before the baby arrives like - see a movie, have a fancy dinner, go out with your girlfriends, have spontaneous sex, etc. and I think I've knocked three off (I am not telling which three!).

I also read up on IUGR (http://www.chclibrary.org/micromed/00053290.html). Scary stuff. I have not been drinking, smoking, or taking any drugs and as far as any of us can tell my nutrition is a-ok. No high blood pressure either. So who knows? Noah doesn't officially have IUGR yet, being in the 20th percentile, but I am finding it a little freaky. Friday is the ultrasound. He's active, though, so all is well on that front.

Neither Carl nor I could face putting the nursery together though, again. We did joke about the lack of time to do it in.