I was picking up baking supplies in Trevor (and yes, of course I played with the handbrake, but there wasn't enough snow or ice yet... patience...), and admiring the Christmas lights, and of course, what should come on the radio but "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas".
Needless to say, I was a wreck by the time I got home.
Despite the sobs, the Domestic Goddess managed to bake a double batch of cherry-coconut macaroons, freeze 6 dozen of them, clean up, and help around the house a bit before I fell into bed. Well, before I hefted myself up into bed, anyway.
The renovations are almost done! The painter comes in today, so in another week, tops (fingers crossed!), maybe I can build a crib and dresser or something. It doesn't look like I'm very pregnant, does it?
Speaking of that, everybody into the pool! We've developed a nice little baby pool for the Huffalump, with scoring and a well-formatted spreadsheet and everything, so start emailing in your guesses on:
- Date (my estimated due date is January 7th)
- Time (to the closest hour)
- Sex (50/50 chance!)
- Length (in inches)
- Weight (in lbs and oz)
The prize, so far, is bragging rights, but we're open to suggestions!
Original artwork on the wall is by my Very Talented brother-in-law, Ryan.