I'm such a sap for Christmas music. Seriously. I have been craving it so bad that on the drive home from a meeting the other night, I gave in and tuned into the Christmas-lite channel with Delilah. God, I hate Delilah, but there were Christmas songs! Nilesh laughs at me. I've been singing The Christmas Song ("Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...")over and over all day long, everywhere I go.

So, finally, when I was shopping for stuff for my homebirth kit as the midwives are doing the home visit on Sunday, I picked up three CD's. All very cheap because I don't want actual current pop artists. I got one collection full of Bing Crosby, Nat King Cole, Dean Martin... Another with (get this) Jim Nabors and Kenny Rogers. Hee. Lots of old school, heavily orchestrated classic Christmas songs. I think there's even Perry Como, Andy Williams and others mom got me hooked on as a kid.

But the find of all finds is my all-time favorite Christmas album... John Denver and the Muppets. woot!!

I told you I'm a sap.

I think I've decided that since this is gonna be a Christmas baby, I'll listen to Christmas music while going through labor. Probably drive my mid-wives nuts. But my fabulous husband seems to love this stuff. White Christmas was playing this morning (the Bing Crosby version, of course) and he came into the room and wanted to dance. I had to send him back to the bathroom to finish shaving. Hee.

In not so happy news. Mom sent me an amazingly fabulous 4-mini-loaf pan thing from Pampered Chef. The Post Office decided to play their annual game of kick ball with my package. I haven't opened it yet, but I'm pretty sure a solid baking dish shouldn't sound like a thousand baby rattles.

Ooooh. Speaking of baby. I bought a super cheap pack of cloth diapers. These things aren't even pre-folded like the ones I've seen on websites. BUT, I figure, they'll serve for a little while. I've got a load of onsies, diapers, blankets, and waterproof lap pads all ready to wash today. My goodness, just looking at my tiny collection of baby supplies and its one load of wash. I'm gonna be a laundry doin fool once I actually have a pooping, spitting, peeing little beast in my hands.

Nilesh's funny moment yesterday:

Me: I thought you were going to get a haircut.
Nilesh: And ruin this amazing head of feathered perfection? *tosses his head like Ben Stiller in Dodgeball* No way, baby.

Note about his hair, its not feathered, it's just rather poofy.

And with that, I should actually get started on all the stuff I have to do today. I feel very crafty and home-maker-y today. Weird.