I almost had another super-nesting day yesterday. Almost. I dove right in to organizing the closet in the nursery and throwing blankets and burp cloths and cloth diapers in the wash. I found the newborn hats and socks. (There are still some sleepers and diaper covers that are MIA.) I brought Brandon to get a haircut.
Then I had to take him back after lunch to get the haircut fixed, because seriously, it looked horrible. It was practically a bowl cut. I realized, though, that it was my fault. She asked how short I wanted it and, in typical full-term pregnant lady fashion, I just kind of went blank and said..."Uhhhhhh...short...er?" It wasn't until I got home and realized how bad it looked that I remembered that I usually tell her to taper the sides. Whoops. So I had to take him back. They were awesome about it and fixed him up while they were giving another kid a break (this poor kid, he just did NOT want to be held in the chair!), and Brandon behaved really, really well, especially considering that it was his second haircut in one day, but it totally wiped me out for the rest of the day.
I couldn't get Brandon to take a nap, so I didn't get to take a real one, either. I managed to fit in a 20-minute catnap while he had quiet time, but that wasn't really enough.
Later in the evening, I had an unfortunate santoku incident while cutting scallions into thin strips for Ray Ray's Spicy Shrimp and Bok Choy Noodle Bowl. Oh, beloved santoku, it was not your fault. My knife skills suck. (Skip to the next paragraph if you're easily grossed out!) Right before it happened, I was thinking how I really should try to learn how to guide the food with my knuckles like Alton says, although I don't really know how you could do that while cutting something long and thin into even thinner strips. And just then, I took off a chunk of my fingernail, and a couple of layers of skin underneath it. It isn't all that bad, there wasn't even any blood on the skin that got cut off (yeah, I had to dig through the scallions to find it so it wouldn't end up in our food), but it hurts like a mofo.
Now I have to go out and find some good waterproof fingertip bandaids because I will be damned if I can't get into the shower and/or tub during my birthing time because I was stupid enough to chop a piece of my finger off. Brian said, "hey, we can put a plastic baggie over your hand. That would be awesome!" Yeah, like that wouldn't be distracting. At least I know my hypno-anesthesia works; every time I'd wake up to pee last night my finger would start throbbing, but then I'd get back into bed, switch off (go into hypnosis) and fall right back to sleep because the pain was gone. Suh-weet.
I have to stop typing now. My finger hurts.
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