Discoveries

Leah and I have made some very enlightening discoveries over the last several days.

For one, we discovered that Gap Kids/Baby Gap is nowhere near the regular Gap store in Wolfchase Galleria. Oddly enough, I don't think we've ever been to the diminutive version, so we just ascended the escalator and ventured toward the Gap so that we could check out the preppy clothes for infants. Uh, guess what--it ain't there. "Honey, I guess we should go find a map.....Well, lookee there, it's downstairs, at the opposite end. How about that?" We did find some neato stuff there, and ended up getting little dude some jeans as well as a little red turtleneck that is simply adorable. You know what would be goofy? If baby pants were sized the same way that ours are. You know, Waist-Inseam. I wear 36-30, and my son would wear, let's see, something like 10-6, right? Just doesn't sound the same as 0-3 months.

We also learned that OshKosh is plain ole ignorant when it comes to baby pants. We ventured down to Tunica on Sunday afternoon to visit the outlets. Wanting to pick up something like little cargo pants or khaki-style pants, we went in OshKosh. 99% of baby pants/outfits that we've seen (especially for early ages like 0-3 months, 3-6 months, etc) snap down the inseam and crotch. This is for obvious diaper-access reasons, and probably makes dressing a clueless infant that much easier. It seems those folks at OshKosh believe in the "They put their pants on the same way I put on mine" theory, and we've heard from many a folk to stay away from any outfit that causes undue time, stress, and potential mess. So....we exited the store without buying a thing.

Leah learned on Saturday morning that either she, or Nicholas, doesn't like chicken fajitas! Ironically, she had been wanting them, so we hung out with Kristi, Joe, and Micah on Friday night and did the Mexican thing. All was well until Saturday morning, when the fajitas make a triumphant return. As a whole, Leah has experienced very little sickness of any sort, so episodes like that are kind of a surprise. But as soon as she gets it out of her system, she seems to be fine and goes on about her merry little way.

Leah has also received her instructions for the induction, should we get to that (i.e., if Nicholas doesn't arrive before then). We have to be at the hospital bright and early at 5:00AM, so we've already discussed if it's even worth it to go to sleep the night before. But she has certain things that have to be done, other things that can't be consumed, items that can't be taken to the hospital, blah blah blah. But it definitely makes the whole thing seem like it's right around the corner. No longer is it an indefinite point in the future, but a circled day on the calendar. 13 days from this very moment, we should be a family of three. Wow. I don't think the fear, nervousness, and intimidation have kicked in high gear just yet (for either of us), but it's coming. But we both know that there is an awesome staff waiting to take care of us (one of whom, hopefully, we know quite well), and things will be just fine.