19 weeks

husband went thrifting with me this weekend and those of you that know him will find that...well, unusual. which was hard for me to comprehend at first because it's absolutely one of my favorite things to do on a rainy weekend afternoon. i think it's the musty smells and pushy people that start to get to him after awhile and he's not a big shopper type anyway, but finding something special from someone else's discarded trinkets just makes me positively giddy. i definitely always saw it as more of a treasure hunt. several months ago when my mom was in town visiting she and i definitely hit every thrift store within a 30 mile radius. it was on this trip when i discovered, by far, my most treasured find to date: a holga camera with film still inside AND only half exposed. seriously, i may have startled the people eying up the other electronics when i let out a very audible squeal. for all i knew there was nothing salvageable on the film but that didn't stop me from happily plunking down 3 bucks for it and taking it with us to portland to use up the rest of the shots on our trip. i really need to post the shots on my photography blog sometimes soon and link to it here - ok, adding it now to my already growing to-do list... needless to say, i was very happy with the results. whomevers camera it belonged to took some beautifully saturated architectural shots before deciding they no longer had a use for it anymore and i added a few shots of portland and my family to the mix. plus, extra holga camera - win, win wiiiiiiiiiiin. really makes you wonder though why someone would only take a handful of shots and then discard the whole thing...conspiracy theorists start theorizing.

anyway, ND had come thrifting a few times with me begrudgingly but i just sort of stopped asking because i could take my sweet ass time when i went by myself and run my hands all over as many dusty, grimy knick knacks as i wanted without him looking at me like i had just contracted the plague. but the man never ceases to amaze me and he actually SUGGESTED hitting up a few goodwills this past weekend. i don't think i've ever showered, dressed and grabbed the car keys faster in my life.

after a few duds with little luck on any baby furniture that wouldn't put our future child in major harm of a catastrophe that would probably end up on the nightly news, we found a great one in Renton that was well lit and astonishingly clean. again, the furniture was all crap but the majority of the baby clothes were in impeccable condition and even though we're finding out the sex tomorrow (!!!) i just couldn't resist picking up a few unisex things. ND disappeared a few times and came back with some scored adorable onesies and a caterpiller jumper that is just too cute for words. plus i found a vintage brownie hawkeye camera for mommie to add to the collection. total bebe/momma scorage: <$20. super weekend all around.

i can honestly say this baby thing is becoming more and more real now as the days pass. i mean, c'mon, we actually picked out little person clothes and have been trying to figure out furniture options - this is really happening. and as if right on cue, that night in bed, i really felt the little darlin' kicking up a storm. i had felt little gurgles and slight motions for the past week but i wasn't completely sure it wasn't just my own digestion. this time it was unmistakable. it's so wild - like nothing i've ever felt before. i keep trying to find the words to describe it and i fail miserably. the closest i can say is that it really is like a little baby bird flapping its wings inside of me. or little butterflies. or bubbles popping. ND put his hands on my belly and we both held our breaths - trying to distinguish any movements from our own. and then you kicked me...and we both felt it...and it was incredible.

hello, little person. i think i might just be ready to meet you in about 20 more weeks or so.
love,
mom

soft little embroidery details.

sweet little stripes. 

giraffes and alligators and lions, oh my!

eric carle's very hungry little caterpillar.

the spoils of our thrifting expedition complete with the brownie hawkeye for the mama.

and of course since our cat is a cat he just has to get in the middle (or in this case, on top of) whatever it is that i'm working on. good thing i haven't washed everything yet.