Someone (I'm not sure if she wants to remain anonymous, hence the indefinite pronoun) sent me a chic and oh-so-stylish handmade baby sling-carrier-thing. I haven't quite gotten the knack of distributing the rather hefty baby weight evenly across my back, but Cole absolutely adores it. Now, for all sorts of reasons, the person who makes them may not be keen to advertise, but, I am completely sold and (if she agrees) will be more than happy to provide all the particulars.
In other news, I've started painting a couple (as in two) of walls of the nursery. I can't find an exact replica anywhere on the internets, but try to imagine a cross between the color of the bottom of a swimming pool and a Tiffany blue. I'm still looking for a contrasting color for the day bed and ideas for coordinating rugs, so I'd welcome any suggestions with open arms.
Note: Superstition aside, I can definitely see why these days -- when most people are pretty sure of the baby's gender pre-birth (and in this context, I think I really do mean gender and not sex) -- you'd want to get the nursery-decorating out of the way before hand. However.
And in the final tidbit of news (none-too shocking to those who follow my blog and hang on my every utterance) I'm well on my way towards planning the next surrogacy, Yes, I'm crazy. And yes, I'm going to be broke (well, broker), but I have this urge to at least try to have another one. And we have a few more left over frozen embryos, so it really is just a matter of forking over the money. Go ahead, tell me I'm insane. But, irrational as it seems, I'd really like just one more. I know it wouldn't really be the twins coming back. But it's about the closest that I can imagine....
ETA: A photo. Just for Kym. I desaturated the colors way, way down, so it's not quite black and white, but (to me, anyway), looks almost colorized. Which is (in case you were wondering) the look I was trying for.