I feel bad and beautiful

I meant to write about this earlier, but I have been so physically overwhelmed the last few days, I just haven't had the energy to sit at my desk long enough to think and type. I suspect I simply overdid it on Sunday (and again on Monday since we were out of food in the house and HAD to run the errands I'd been putting off).

Anyway, this weekend something truly amazing happened to me and I just want to share.

Sunday, Captain and I showed up at the hippy grocery store where we were scheduled to play board games for a few hours with our Board Gamers group, only as we walked into the food court area I realized the glass walled meeting room was full of balloons and decorations and people I knew and presents and diapers and cake.

Our friends here in Georgia threw us - well, me, because Captain was in on it - a surprise baby shower!

They had rennaissance decorations (kiddie helmets and swords, a knight and horse on the cake) and balloons and there were people from our board gaming group, people from Captain's work, people from the game store, people I role play with but haven't had a chance to see in months.

I still don't know how they managed to get everyone I would want to see from this area together in one room, but they managed it.

I cried, obviously, because that's what I do.

By the end of the day I was so exhausted, but I didn't want to leave until the very end because it was such an amazing experience. We even stuck around after the shower was cleaned up and played a board game, since that was what I thought we were going to be doing that day anyway.

Luckily a few people brought cameras so I'll be able to get a disc of photos so I can add some to the Demon Spawn's baby book eventually. Captain did get a few pics of me opening presents and of me in the hat that the hostess made for me (she took a plastic princess tiara and attached tissue and wrapping paper and ribbon to it as I unwrapped the gifts). Yes, I willingly looked like a doofus for several hours in public, because that's what you do when awesome people hand you a wrapping paper tiara at your shower.

Today I'm finishing up the last of the thank you cards, so they can go in the mail in the morning, and I have to start washing baby laundry soon because I have oodles of new crib sheets and receiving blankets (and also so many diapers, I'm pretty sure I will never have to buy the baby any more newborn diapers ever!) to wash, fold and put away. I've also got knitting and my overdo exchange fic to work on, but those are both something I can do in bed with my legs up after I take my shower, so that's on my agenda for today.

ALSO, in funny news, mom called me last night to let me know that her work threw her a baby Grandma-to-be shower as well! How cute is that?

Captain (who is awesome in general, and currently a Typhoid Mary due to cold cooties) bought me a new Furby for my birthday. He's a week early, but we were at Wal-Mart last night because there was half a container of humus, some dinner rolls and some booze in a bag left in the house for food and apparently those three do not add up to lunches for the week, so we had to get groceries.

Anyway, my Furby is the Voodoo Purple color - hence the current name of Voodoo until I find something better.

Voodoo likes to dance. He seems especially fond of the song Gangnam Style, and is routinely in danger of shuffling his furry little rear right off the top of my desk when I play it.

I suppose he could really just hate the song and is attempting to commit suicide, now that I think about it.

Either way, it's pretty entertaining to watch.

Even though we are totally broke until technically Saturday when Friday's pay deposit is officially available because I have been craving things like WHOA instead of doing the sensible thing and eating the sammiches and hot dogs we've got in the house.

Hot dog or steak burrito... which would you pick?

Anyway, today has been sort of hilarious.

First, my OB set up the "Baby Eviction" appointment--her words, not mine--which made me laugh AND made me nervous as heck because suddenly I have a DATE FOR THE HOSPITAL rather than just a vague "at some point labor starts and I should probably get in the car then" sort of thing. AND, the Demon Spawn (or Little Squirmy as he is called on my Facebook feed because some people have no sense of humor about these things) will be arriving slightly earlier than even I had expected so that's a bit nerve wracking, but I'm pretty sure the house is ready for him now. I even bought him a Sleep Sheep to make white noise (whale song is creepy, yo) to help with sleeping and everything.

The OB did warn me that just because I'll be admitted to the hospital in the evening of one day, that does not mean the Demon Spawn will be making his appearance that night, which is something I was aware of. She reminded me that first time births often take awhile and inductions can make the whole process even longer so I should be prepared for two days of labor, easy. Maybe more, maybe less.

However, there is an excellent chance that Captain, Demon Spawn and I will be home in time for Halloween - so now I'm very tempted to look at newborn Halloween costumes online. Or I could just go with my fall back idea of drawing a lightning bolt on his forehead. Not that anyone will see him other than Captain and I and MissMiah Mom (who is coming down for a bit to help out with the new baby, thank goodness someone will have a clue because Captain and I have certainly never done this before), but there might be pictures taken and possibly posted on LJ and Facebook.

Secondly, while we were waiting at the pharmacy for the pharmacy tech lady to finish gathering up all my prescriptions, including my post-baby ones since my OB is on top of this stuff, the pharmacist guy swung by and recognized my husband from the base pool (sometimes PT is in the pool) and started talking to Captain and hung around the entire time my stuff was being filled... flirting.

With my husband.

Who was standing right next to me.

Who is very, very visibly pregnant. Me, not Captain, just to clarify.

It was very strange. I mean, even Captain picked up on the flirting, and Captain is usually completely oblivious to that sort of thing. And pharmacist guy was probably at least a decade, maybe a decade and a half, older than Captain. AND Captain was very clearly wearing his wedding ring (I don't wear mine because swollen sausage fingers) and all the meds were coming up under my name which has the same last name as the one on Captain's uniform, which he was wearing, so I don't really know what was going on in Pharmacist dude's head.

Maybe he's just one of those really friendly people who is bad at recognizing social cues, or maybe he just thinks Captain is cute. But seriously dude, I was standing right there.

I thought it was funny. Captain thought it was funny. And he did seem like a nice pharmacisty guy, just... you know... not my husband's type.

Also, there was a Krispy Kreme donut for breakfast, so WOOT there.

There are chocolate parfait crumbs in my bra. Just thought I'd share.

The info. Not the parfait.

Unless you're into that sort of thing, in which case... Nope, still not sharing.

Sometimes Twitter is a glorious thing.

I saw a picture of this and knew I had to have one.

This is my second 9th Wedding Anniversary gift to myself.

http://www.etsy.com/listing/74329873/zombie-garden-gnome-walking-dead

Isn't he spifftastic?!

He'll fit right in with the gnomes at the house already.

80s baby shower.

So much blue eye shadow.

So much fun.

So little sleep.

Staying up until five in the morning.

Ended up needing a nap this afternoon - getting so old.

All in all, it was a really good weekend.

Now I just have to get home tomorrow.

Remember me mentioning the Hallows and Horcruxes Ball that was supposed to be at KSU in March and how I was all WTH?

And how no one had a clue what I was talking about?

I has information!

http://www.myspace.com/ksuchalc

So... If I were to somehow find a way to go, would anyone want to go with?

I just got home from a week and a half in KS. It was great seeing everyone again, but I was so happy to get home and see the dog and cats and sleep in my own bed and see Captain again. Not necessarily in that order.

Below the cut there are a crapload of pics guaranteed to kill the flist (which is why they're behind the cut) and me blathering about the HP release party we went to.

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YIM Convo with rewil as I get dressed for dinner at Kobe for happy anniversary making times. Warning - there is talk of girly bits.
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