We’ve got a dancer in there!

Yesterday afternoon I sat in a meeting with several members of a client’s upper management and twice as many representatives of a government agency. It was a productive meeting, but I was nervous the whole time — because the baby decided that this important meeting was the best time to practice his/her jump, jive, and wail. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my (unbuttoned) jacket lapel jumping every 15 seconds as the baby kicked and punched and wiggled and rolled. And I’m sure the rest of the room could, too.

I honestly don’t get tired of feeling the baby move, but I somehow don’t think the rest of the world is as enamored by seeing my belly dance.

Checking things off the list.

Craigslist can be Win or Fail. This weekend, it was both. Mostly Win, but also some Fail.

I already mentioned that the stroller was a Win.

Sadly, the elliptical was a Fail. There’s a reason this guy was selling it for $250. We passed.

But Craigslist (well, really, Craigslist inspired by our neighborhood listserv) redeemed itself when I saw a Very Expensive glider for sale for less than I spend at the grocery store on a weekly basis. I saw the note on the listserv, checked out the Craigslist ad, and went by a few hours later.  We discovered the couple selling the glider went to UT, love Austin, and are hoping to move back there someday (file under People We Have Lots in Common With).  We sat in the chair and I wanted to immediately take a nap in it.  The fabric matches the paint in the “nursery” (the part of the master suite where we’re setting up all the baby stuff). The design is modern.

So we bought it and took it home and I still want to take a nap in it.

This baby thing is getting more real by the day.

Stroller win!

I picked up our new stroller yesterday. I feel like I’ve accomplished something, getting one of our bigger items.  Not that we’ll be using it for months and months and months, but we have it. And that’s something.

Working Craigslist

I’ve been monitoring several Craigslist searches for months now, looking for certain items that I don’t want to pay full price for in preparation for the baby.  I’m picky — unless it’s a really expensive item, I generally don’t want to have to haul myself out to a really far-away suburb for it, and I am generally looking for a specific item rather than just “some kind of X.”

Yesterday and today, this monitoring paid off!

We’ve been looking to buy an elliptical machine so that we can both cancel our gym memberships once the baby comes. It’s hard to schedule gym time before or after work right now; it’s going to get much harder when we have daycare pick-up and drop-off to contend with, as well as feeding times/bath time/bed time for an infant (and then a baby, and then a toddler).

Yesterday, I saw a Craigslist ad for a pretty decent model elliptical, on our side of town (about 4 miles away), for about 20% of retail. Tonight, we’re going to run by and look at it and, if we test it out and like it, it’s ours. Boom!

We also had decided (after multiple test-drives at various stores) which stroller we wanted to get. Now, this stroller will be for later — I think we’re going to use a Snap-n-Go when the baby is small and still in the bucket seat — but we know we’re going to need it eventually. It’s not the highest-priced model out there, but it’s definitely not a budget item either. So I’d been keeping an eye out on Craigslist for this particular model of stroller and today, someone posted an ad for one. Her price was only 15% or so less than retail, but I talked her down to 25% off retail (for a year-old model that was used for about 6 months and is basically in perfect condition).  This particular stroller doesn’t really go on sale and I don’t expect anyone to get it for us off our registry, so this seemed like a pretty good deal to me. In retrospect (remembering my law school negotiation class), I probably could have talked her down a little more on price, but I’m OK with the price I offered. I’ll be going by to pick it up tomorrow (on the Metro, even! We’ll learn how maneuverable the thing really is!).

I feel good about these two Craigslist wins. I usually don’t spend a lot of time looking for cheaper items (arranging to meet to pick stuff up is often not worth the $10-$30 you’ll save) but for bigger and more expensive items like these two? Totally worth it. Also: I feel good about being patient in passing up other ads for the same or similar items in much less convenient locations. My inner bargain hunter feels pretty good right now.

They weeble, they wobble, they won’t fall down!

I will be 24 weeks tomorrow.  I feel like, in the last week or ten days, I am suddenly pregnant. Pregnant women talk about “popping” in early pregnancy, and I definitely remember that around 16 weeks, it was suddenly obvious that I was pregnant and I couldn’t really hide it anymore.

But now, I’m experiencing it all over again.  This isn’t “popping,” but it’s a lot like it.  I’ve gone from having a small but noticeable belly to being someone whose belly enters the room before she does. I am pregnant. My belly has moved up, my boobs are out of control, and I even think my hips — which do NOT need to widen — have started to move apart. I see some of the other women in my prenatal yoga class who are due around the same time as I am and wonder why I look so much bigger than they do. Now, to be fair, I am short and have a short torso, so I’m sure that’s part of it. But it doesn’t change the fact that I cannot imagine how big I’m going to be in November! I feel pretty big now, and I’ve got 16 weeks to go till my due date. I’m pretty sure I’m going to look like a Weeble-Wobble by the end of it all.

Luckily, I’m getting really big right as the end of the summer looms. Thank God. During the worst of the heat wave last month, my feet were overflowing out of my sandals. Literally overflowing. Between that and the cankles, I was looking pretty hot. And by “hot,” I mean really sweaty and gross.  (Which reminds me of this post a friend linked to last week:

THE PREGNANCY GLOW Yeah, we’re glowing. You know why? We’re sweaty. The phrase “bun in the oven” is meant to be cute, but it is also literal.  As pregnancy progresses, the uterus morphs into an internal hot water bottle filled with a baby that feels like it’s made out of burning coals. In my case, a close inspection of the “glow” would reveal an impressive case of adult acne covered haphazardly by bronzer.

Truth, y’all.)

Of course, for all my complaining, I’m really still just ecstatic to be where I am. I feel really lucky to have had such a boring, uneventful pregnancy so far. And I’m hoping the next few months are just as boring and uneventful.