The piece de resistance was a beautiful handmade quilt from Ry's grandmother. It must have taken years for her to do, but it's for the baby. I want to write her a nice thank-you note, but neither of us can write Japanese, so I guess I should just write one and have Dad translate. Our friend Greg also got me a package of receiving blankets in nice, non-gender specific colors. Now that we know it's a girl, though, I'm gonna stock up on the frilly stuff.
Work still sucks.
Two more weeks. I'm about to plunge headfirst into endless days of diaper-changing and nursing, one day flowing seamlessly into the next, fatigue my only friend, and that will be joy compared to work. No, I'm exaggerating. I'm just sick of the feeling that I'm geeting the eensy little end of the stick. My wonderful husband went Karaoke-ing last night with the old Ka Leo crew.