Unlike Friday night, I actually got some sleep last night and was in full nesting mode today. I think I swept the kitchen floor 3 times this morning.

No pictures yet, but I spent most of the day making a crib skirt, packing the hospital bag, and doing some more nursery cleanup. As of today there are no more crafting supplies/Rubbermaid storage towers/etc in the baby’s room. The closet still has some boxes of fabric and fiber, but we literally have nowhere else to put them at this point, and there’s room now to hang the Grifflet’s clothes, at least. I need to buy some peel and stick velcro to finish up the crib skirt, since that’s how I want to attach it to the crib frame, but it’s otherwise ready to go. I have plans for a little matching window valence too, but that should go pretty quick.

I did finish up a quick hat to match the sweater that I knitted for little Griffin (note that the pompom on top was Jag’s idea!).

And the second wool soaker wrap is done, too, except for the Applix closures.

I’m currently mulling over what to knit next. I have a ton of baby sweater patterns downloaded and printed, and I’d like to knit another type of soaker to see if we end up liking it better.

On a semi-related note, I keep running into references to “push presents” lately (see the Wikipedia article for details if you’re not familiar with the term, I wasn’t). Does this seem…just sorta creepy and tacky to anyone else? Seriously, women are really signing up for “push present” REGISTRIES???

Having a kid is really expensive, and it seems pretty stupid to blow a chunk of change on some kind of thanks-for-enduring-the-pregnancy bribe at a time when money is flying out the window. Do people really need some kind of material reward for every frigging thing they do these days? Biology isn’t “fair”; being female, there’s nothing I can do about being the one to endure the various inconveniences of being pregnant, and I fail to see how that translates into “I deserve a pair of overpriced diamond earrings”. If Jag wants to make me happy after the baby’s born, he can take me out for a sushi dinner or get me a 4-pack of Guinness draft cans. And change a couple extra diapers.