Curiouser and curiouser

We went registering this weekend. Whew! It was super overwhelming, let me tell you. Thank God we had friends of ours, the Conner-Rinehart clan (thanks again Kevin and Tim for offering your expertise, and Catherine and Christian for being great sports as the boring old people debated the merits of car seat bases!) to patiently walk around with us and be our sounding board.

I really liked registering for the wedding, so I kind of thought this would be similar, but it was a whole different beast. Fourteen different high chairs, eight of them essentially identical, three from the same brand (I'm exaggerating...slightly). Burp cloths and bibs and pacifiers, oh my, all with the same predicament, except multiply it by five. My issue was the fact that a burp cloth is a burp cloth is a burp cloth. Who cares if it has images of fire trucks or butterflies or cans of sardines on it?? It's going to be spit on. That's it's function. When we were registering for the wedding, we could look at the fourteen different types of towels and pick one because we liked it and that was that. Why do I need to like a burp cloth? You see my predicament. Now, I'm reducing this incredibly, but really there was some degree of that with everything. The high chairs I knew we needed certain things like removable tray and a seat strap and a barrier to keep the baby from sliding out the bottom, but it seemed like they ALL had those certain things!

I was Alice and Babies R Us was Wonderland. Little did I know that the seemingly innocuous act of walking through the automatic doors would be my rabbit hole. The lady at the registry desk offered me a bottle of water; "drink me." Christian, the orange-hatted two year old, spent a decent amount of time rearranging cups to his liking and pushing a popper vacuum; mad hatter indeed. Catherine, the scene-stealing second grader, all but demanded that they purchase a purple stroller for her to ride around in--her chariot; a queen of hearts without the sadism. The only thing we were missing was a cat whose smile lingered and haunted.

Anyway, it's done, or so I think. I've already added some clothes to the registry via their website. Though, I was really unimpressed with how it's handled on the website. Nearly everything was out of stock and quite a few things were online only. Also, God forbid I want something that isn't sports-themed, camo, cowboys or dinosaurs. I mean, I don't have anything against those specifically...but why can't I just have plain old plaid or polka dot or striped or even *gasp* solid colored?! Something non-gimmicky. :/ There were 125+ options shown for newborn baby boy onesies on the website and I could probably count on two hands how many didn't make me curl my lip or sigh. Heaven help us.

P.S. http://www.toysrus.com/registry/index.jsp?ab=BRU_Header:Utility2:Baby-Registry:Home-Page
Registry number 52179672

Duh, winning!

I called the ob today. I took my blood glucose test last Thursday and wanted to give them a couple of days to get the results. Holy cow, that test was terrible. I wasn't even all the way through the 10oz of 50g sugar drink and I felt sick. Luckily I was able to hold it off until they took my blood an hour later and then threw up. I felt like crap the rest of the day. Anyway, I digress. They had the results and said that I passed. Wahoo!! Good thing, because if it had been inconclusive, I would have needed to do a 3 hour test instead. I don't know if I would have been able to keep from getting sick that long.

While I had them on the phone, I asked if it would be possible to speak with the doctor about how necessary the additional ultrasound that had been scheduled was. Those following along at home may remember that they had said that Jonas was measuring large. They said they would review the last ultrasounds and call me back. Well, they just did. They said that they felt his size could be monitored through fundal height measurements at each visit going forward (which starting on the 17th will be every two weeks. I can get behind that. They did mention that if they feel it's necessary, we may revisit having an ultrasound done at 34-36 weeks, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

For now, I feel like I've got Adonis DNA (must be little Jonas haha) and tiger blood in my veins (the cat has scratched me a few times, though we liken him to a lion more often than a tiger) because I'm, duh, winning!