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It's been a busy month. We've gotten new windows, 2 exterior doors, siding, exterior lights, ripped up the baby's room carpet to expose the hardwood underneath, my father-in-law has painted that room, got plumbing in the basement changed including removal of the 1958 concrete sink, had the exterior drain cleaned out, gone out west to Banff, Jasper, Yoho, Kootenay and Calgary, had the microwave die and replaced, worked on closing my business totally down, and probably a couple of more things that I'm forgetting.
Today Laura is 31 weeks, 4 days and I'm just wondering how we're going to be able to take care of another person. Doing all the above stuff, it goes through my head "how would any of this be possible with a baby? I have a hard enough time taking care of myself"
Now Laura wants to rip up the carpet on the other 2 rooms and repaint them. Oh, and we'll have to look into getting more things like a car seat and a crib. I missed the honeymoon trimester in which I was supposed to get everything done. Oie.
I really don't know how other people do it, but pretty soon I think that I'm going to find out.
I always like the titles people choose in IM at work. Mine is "prestidigitator", mostly because it's a pretty obscure word from some forgotten novel that I read in highschool. I'm blogging this because there isn't any way that I can remember how to spell it, and at best the key word that I can figure out is "magician".
When speaking to Laura's 90 year old grandmother the other day she was talking about this young person that had just died and how sad it was. How early. I didn't realize at first she was talking about someone who was 71. I guess so much depends on your certain point of view.