All I needed was the sun.

This is a random post. Be warned. 

Well. My pity party is over. I still don't have a husband at home, but today I got out of our house for the first time since Tuesday. I never would have thought a trip to Food Lion (my least favorite grocery store, but the closest) would improve my spirits so much. But here we are.

Back over the holidays, I saw the cutest monogram charm at a store in Hometown. Since we hadn't named Baby yet, I didn't purchase that charm. Today, we still haven't named him, but a store online is having a sale on those charms. Sooo. I sent Bob an email link to the charm and the coupon (so he could be ahead of the game and get me a push present early). I told him I'd like either a G for our last name or a C for the baby (name I want). His response was less than stellar.... "So you want a D?" NO, punk ass. G or C. NO D. Grrrr. This kid's name is getting ridiculous.

While being stuck at home this week due to the "Epic winter storm" that hit us, I am totally caught up on thank you notes. All Baby's stuff is washed, divided by size, and put away. I took inventory of all the stuff we have (as I wrote thank yous), and now realize we MIGHT just have enough to get this new human started, without spending a ton more money.

One thing I did find out yesterday... Supposedly our insurance covered a breast pump as dictated by the AHA. Wellllll.... not OUR insurance. Naturally. Luckily a friend has offered to lend me hers, provided I purchase my own tubing and stuff. So that's a good thing. Even if something happens and we aren't able to get hers, I did some research last night and realized I don't NEED the $300 Medela one. I found some much more reasonable, all with excellent reviews. I'm feeling much more comfortable about that now too.

So now if I happen to get a husband at home tonight, it will be a good bonus. I know better than to expect getting anything commercial or flowery for Valentine's Day since he's been stuck in Maine all week. Just having him here will be a perfect gift!

Rollovers and names.

Well, I learned something about my baby. He doesn't like being squished.

We have a tempurpedic bed at home. With that kind of bed, I can lie down on my stomach and not squish the baby. The bed forms around my belly, and he still has plenty of room.

Our first night away from home during our Thanksgiving vacation, I rolled over onto my stomach and Baby started kicking the shit out of me. I was mostly asleep when this happened and immediately woke up laughing. I could just picture him in there, banging on my belly, yelling, "MOOOOM! You're squishing me!!" Poor kidlet.

During our trip, we also discussed baby names with our families. At the top of Bob's list, is his name. Bob isn't his real name. Really, his name is not quite that easy. He's a junior. And Bob is pushing for a third. I am not. I do not want a third. Plus, our baby girl name is a play on Bob's middle name. I don't want a third, because then we wouldn't be able to use our girl name (should we ever have a girl).

At the top of my list is Charles David. And we'd call him Charlie. In fact, I already do. I refer to him as Charlie when I talk to people. When I talk to him, I call him Charlie. It's kinda stuck in my mind.

When Bob was born, his mother was against having a junior. In fact, his original birth certificate had an entirely different name on it. But then his dad begged, his mom relented, and so Bob ended up a junior (as the story goes). As I've told his mom (and the rest of the family), I'll be way more of a bitch than she was. I will not have a third. I will not give in during the 11th hour. I will not change my child's birth certificate once it's signed.

So. Charles David. Charlie. My Charlie Bear. It's what I'm pulling for. Let's hope it happens. Because we all know, when Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.