Cankles are sexy

Let’s see, what’s changed this week? Oh yeah, I no longer have inside ankles!

This is what was going through my head when my prenatal yoga instructor asked what was new since we last met. I discovered this saddening revelation when I got home from work last Friday. I looked at my feet and noticed something was missing. That’s right, it was my cute little ankle bone that I’ve seen every day of my life to this point. Now, looking at the inside of my legs, there’s no difference between my calves and my ankles. Cankles. Thanks, Julie Croom, for the correct terminology. Let’s just hope that I don’t have thankles by the time this is over.

Maybe I should start shopping for baby tights, because Carter has become quite the uterine acrobat. He generally is very active right after breakfast, around 3:00 PM, and again at night before I go to bed. However, he’s definitely our kid because there are no early morning stunts. He likes to sleep in like his mama.

We spent three grueling exciting, but tiring hours registering at BabiesRUs on Sunday. Who knew there were so many kinds of bottles, pacifiers, swings, strollers, play yards…the list goes on and on. So Cory is starting to understand nipple confusion a little more after looking at the dozens of nipple/bottle combinations. He said that he isn’t quite as creeped out by that store as he used to be, but he still walked around with a confused and slightly terrified look on his face the entire time. However, the second hour, I think I had the same expression. At least shooting bar codes with the scanner gun was fun. Maybe I’m being too negative, because it wasn’t all that bad for us. And the grandmothers had a blast. We could barely pull them away from the store or convince them to let things get registered instead of buying them right then. Plus, we settled on a theme for the nursery and found a lot of cute things for Carter.

If you want to see what we registered, you can check it out here.