Pregnancy Dream -- Finally!

Throughout this entire pregnancy, I have not had one single pregnancy or baby dream. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Until last night.

And then it wasn't even a good pregnancy dream. I dreamt that my water broke while I was sleeping, but I wasn't in labor and the doctor told me that I'd just peed myself. I kept telling her "No! I didn't pee myself. My water broke and the baby is coming!"

"The baby isn't coming because it's not time for the baby to come," was her reply.

I wasn't having contractions or pain. I was just very wet, as was my bed. It was a bizarre dream.

That's all I remember. I don't know how (or if) it ended. I probably just woke up to pee. Luckily, I didn't pee myself last night, because that would have been awful.

Nesting

I've been trying to find a mattress for the cradle, and I finally decided to make one myself. I figured if I bought enough vinyl, I could screw up a couple times and it would still cost 1/4 of the price of a special order mattress.

I purchased a roll of NU-Foam, which is a safer alternative to foam. It's basically a very dense polyester batting, so it doesn't give off all those toxic fumes that typical baby mattresses and foam give off. It was 24 inches wide, so I cut a piece to length and folded it in half. It fit perfectly in the cradle.

Next, I found a pattern on the internet for a rectangular cushion bed (basically a dog bed with a foam pad), and followed the directions (thinking that I would have to do this about three times since I've never followed a sewing pattern before).

I cut the pieces to size....

...and pinned it all together...

I did some fancy stitching on the back side where I would be inserting the foam.

And then I sewed it up and turned it right-side out!

Who knew -- the measurements worked out and the foam insert fit perfectly!

And now I have a mattress for the cradle!

I totally rock! Next, I'm going to make a co-sleeper pad for our bed, in case the Belchigator has a diaper catastrophe while she's in bed with us. And then maybe a portable changing pad...

3 Months and Counting...

I've hit the 3 month mark. Three more months until my due date. I'm entering into the home stretch -- the third trimester. It's a little daunting.

The Belchigator was up all day yesterday, beginning at 4am. I must've slept a total of 30 minutes between 4 & 6. For the rest of the day, she did back flips, summersaults and high kicks. She must have known it was my birthday.

Paul bought me bling yesterday. I'm not a jewelery person. The most expensive piece I own is my wedding band, and it's about 1/10 the price of most people's engagement rings. When he said he wanted to get me jewelery, I was expecting to go to the Made in Oregon store and pick out a couple necklaces and earrings from the local artists... totalling about $35. Instead, we went to the Hawaiian jewelery store where I fell in love with a turtle pendant with a beautiful firey green opal in it. The price tag -- $839. That's more than our mortgage payment. I nearly shit myself and wanted to run screaming from the store. We finally settled on a plumeria pendant with a small diamond in the middle for a much more reasonable price. The five petals of the plumeria symbolize sincerity, faith, devotion, aspiration and surrender. We liked that.