13 weeks: moving along

SECOND TRIMESTER I AM IN YOU.

Oh, I won’t be doing that again.  That was awful.  Oh, god.  Apparently the “I AM IN YOU” meme does NOT work for pregnancy announcements.

But, yes.  I am 13 weeks pregnant.  Since my midwife told me that the second trimester was “around” 13 weeks, I’m calling it good.  I’ll feel more solid at 14, but this works for me.

There are many, MANY women on the various birth boards I lurk on (I tried posting before, it did NOT go well) who are obsessed with finding out the sex of their babies early, to the point that they are paying money for elective ultrasounds.  There’s something I don’t really get.  I feel like getting to know at 20 weeks seems good – exactly halfway through!  That’s cool, right?  And at 20 weeks, you’re pretty much sure about that penis or lack thereof.  At 12 weeks or 14 or whatever, it’s kinda just guessing.  I’m not gonna pay someone to guess.

Maybe it’s because it’s my first and I’m fine with either sex, but I’m all, meh.  I buy gender neutral stuff anyways – I think I own everything anyone has ever given to the Goodwill in yellow or green.  I’m cool with it.  My kid will have both trucks and dolls anyways, despite the sex.

So, shopping.  I have a Pack N Play, which is basically a little portable playpen that acts as a crib for very little ones.  I got it on Craigslist, fantastic deal, comes with a changing table, mattress, sheets – that’ll be our setup for our bedroom in the first few months.  Basically, Merry and I are getting the bare minimum of stuff until February, when we’ll be getting a nice tax return back.  I also have a laundry basket full of clothes, mostly sleepers and onesies.  The kid’s being born in fall, I gotta be prepared with the warm clothing stuff.  I’ve found some great blankets, etc. at Goodwill.  I have a few toys and washcloths from Ikea, and that’s it, basically.  Oh, and a board book of Go, Dog, Go, cause it was my favorite Dr. Seuss book.  I’ll be collecting more as I go.

The biggest expense will be the furniture and the cloth diapers.  Actually, I’m expecting the cloth diapers to practically bankrupt me early on.  BUT – they absolutely do pay for themselves, despite the upfront costs.  So I’m cool with it.  Yes, I’m going to be a cloth diapering, breastfeeding, baby-wearing crunchy granola Olympia mommy.  I can’t help it.  It just happened.  At least I know NO ONE will blink an eye here about the cloth diapers or the breastfeeding.  It’s pretty much a given nowadays here.

Oop, the dog is trying to pick the cat up in her mouth like a toy.  Gotta break that up.