We had us a busy weekend, yo, seriously serious. Saturday Sarah had a shower, so I planned to have all the guys over to watch sports and grill things. But I had a rehearsal on Saturday morning, which meant that Thursday and Friday were spent cleaning and organizing and in general making the house into a little less of a dump. Just a little.
We partially succeeded; I got a lot of the kitchen stuff put away into the new cabinets, swept and vacuumed, got all the baby crap out of the foyer, all that stuff. There’s still an unkempt bag o’ CDs laying on the floor in the living room because I just pulled them all out of my car and haven’t had a chance to go through them. And of course there’s a fine matting of cat hair on every surface of the house, not much we can do about that, other than simply shaving the cats, and don’t think I haven’t considered it.
Anyway, we got the place into semi-non-crappy mode, I had rehearsal on Saturday morning, and we had a riotous time inhaling meat hunks and grilled corn and beer. Sarah’s shower was also fun times, although at this point it’s not like we need more stuff. Speaking of showers: baby. Speaking of baby: I’ll get to that momentarily. Back to the timeline summary!
Sunday I got up and went to church, then came back to the house and printed out photos with the new printer/scanner/copier Sarah bought with some birthday money. She had picked up frames during AC Moore’s sale last week, so we had 8x10s of wedding photos and a large black 8-panel 4×6 frame array that I filled with pictures of the cats. Sunday night: sang a cool concert with the First and Central Presbyterian Chancel Choir. Among other simpler pieces, we sang a 20th century Requiem by Alfred Desenclos. Very jazzy, very French, is the best way to describe it.
And that’s the weekend.
Back to baby topics: I keep dreaming about the baby (which is, btw, officially due Any Time; we’re at 38 weeks and 1 day, so if Sarah starts contracting, we go into Red Alert Here Comes The Baby Mode, and I may disappear off of here for a while), in a variety of ways. In some dreams, the baby is just sort of there, while other strange dream things are going on. Like, I’ll have a dream about hunting wildebeests in Antarctica or the like (or penguins in Venezuela, whatever), and I’ll have the baby in a backpack. Nothing happens to the baby, but it always seems to be there.
A really weird one I had last week was one in which the baby wasn’t to term yet, but we wanted to make sure that it was going to be normal and healthy, so we actually took it out of Sarah’s uterus, admired it, and then were making preparations to put it back in when I woke up. That one haunted me all morning.
Oh, and Brian‘s wife, who is technically due about the same time as Sarah, is getting induced on Tuesday, so let’s all give her a holla: HOLLA!
Leave your hollaz in the comments. Preferably on Brian’s site. I’m tired of having my site show up at the top of google searches for “dude your mom is totally a skank.”
