Here is me admiring my first (and only) baby purchase thus far.
It arrived from Etsy late last week:
If you needed more evidence of why Jeff and I are ready to have a baby, I give you this photo of Maurice. We are officially the crazy people who have daily photo shoots with their cat. I suppose it could have been worse, I could have dressed him in the onesie pictured above. We tucked him into the guest bed where I feel he looks a little like the king of the skeksies from The Dark Crystal. All he needs is a crown and a cape. This cat is in for a RUDE awakening when we dismantle this bed to make room for the baby.
On Sunday I baked a cake! I'm proud. Can you tell? Um, I also ate a big piece of it before Jeff had a chance to take a picture. But let's pretend that I did it so that you could see inside to the beautiful butteriness of the yellow cake.
In other week 20 news, I actually saw my stomach move last night! I don't have a photo of this event, but let me tell you - it was cray-zee. It was sunny and warm yesterday for the first time in forever and Jeff and I walked up to The Jones on Roosevelt for burgers on the patio. Afterwards, I was lying on the couch in a clingy cotton sundress and Bernice was doing a hamburger dance of sorts. I happened to look down and I'm not exaggerating - my stomach literally looked like it was suffering minor earthquakes every time I felt the baby move. I was so stunned by this development that I accidentally kept the TV on Rock of Love for like 10 minutes while I stared at my gut.
We also may be honing in on a first name. We're trying on middle names for size.