This time last year, I was on my way to Portland, a freshly positive HPT sitting on my nightstand upstairs.  A year later, the widget is wiggling around, all jacked up on a whole wheat english muffin and navel orange, and I’m getting ready to take a shower and go to Target before my OB appointment. Weird how things change.

Last night we washed all of the baby clothes we’ve received thus far, and sorted them by size, and then counted what we have. Like last year, I’m about to go to Portland (tomorrow) but this time, the BRU trip is with a purpose, to pick up some basics that we don’t have yet (I’ve never been to a shower where not ONE package of plain ol’ white Gerber onesies were given, until my own), and to have one last hurrah in the big city with Amy. The next time I go to Portland? I’ll be a mom. And it will probably be 2010.

All those little pieces are starting to line up for the end run, though. We have clothes. And diapers. And nursing supplies, and slings, and developmentally appropriate mobiles. And after tomorrow, plain ol’ white onesies and some more sleeper thingies.  So weird, you know? Baby is coming SOON. We’ll know if it’s a boy or girl, people will stop asking us about names, we’ll be totally sleep-deprived and overwhelmed, and damn, we’ll be PARENTS. That is so. weird.

On a technical note: we are switching our phone/DSL provider to save money, which means that we apparently will be without DSL for 7-10 days, OMG. So if you don’t see me on AIM, or wonder why I’m not posting or whatever, it is NOT because I am in labor. Though not having DSL for 7-10 days will be of a similar pain. But, yay, we get to support our local phone company, AND save 30 bucks a month. Whee.